#jangle core

[spilladabalia]

Drive - Go Out Be Happy

[theravenkin]

hanging keys from a carabiner on your belt loop is just a cat collar with a bell but for dykes

[ovisiphorus]

Why are you people pestering some random from the Global South what to do about our election? You people are too fucking stupid to live. How can I trust you guys to make informed choices in the primaries and general?

[lovifie]

Masterlist Phone Sex with Boyfriend!Simon

"Are you home?"

”Are you home?”

That's the signal that you have learned, and the only one Simon gives you, your phone rings as soon as you send your positive answer.

“Hi, Simon.” You say with a singing voice when you pick up the call, pressing your phone against your ear.

“Hi, darling.” His deep voice grumbles through the phone, making you bite your lips as the sound travels down your body. 

The indubitable sound of his buckle being toyed with sounds loud and clear in the background. 

“Aw, Simon… are you missing me, sweet boy?” You say with a pout in your voice, using your shoulder to hold your phone while you twist off the cap of the nail polish bottle. 

“Every bloody second, sweetheart.”

Your heart warms with his shameless declaration, making you smile even though he can't see your face. 

“My pretty boy, I miss you too…” The line stays quiet for a minute, only his breathing audible; until you break the silence. “Does your pretty cock hurt, darling?”

“Yeah, fuck, yes it does.” He groans, a squeaky sound of the spring of the mattress sounding under his voice. He must be thrashing around on the bed, desperate. And you thought you had trained him better. 

“You should do something about it then, Simon.” You say, raising your foot to rest on the edge of the chair kicking your slipper off. “Don’t you think?”

“Can I?” His breathless voice betrays him, letting you see as clear as day how desperate he is. 

Good boy.

“Of course you can, love.” You answer, chuckling to yourself.

The response is immediate. Loud in the silence of the call, you hear how he gets his belt undone, throwing the buckle back carelessly so his aching member can find solace in the harsh wrap-up of his hand. 

His first moan comes to life right after the first tug, desperate, to the point it makes you wonder for how long he has fought with himself to not call you only to get conquered by the lustful needs of his body.

The buckle of the belt jangles in the background like a metronome with each flick of his wrist, the telltale sound of the rhythm he is setting.

“Talk to me, pet. Please.” His voice is whiny on your ear, desperation oozing out of each syllable, almost enough to make you feel bad about how unbothered you are by it. 

It's not that having your poor boyfriend calling you in desperation to hear your voice so he can actually cum doesn't turn you on, c’mon, you are not made of stone. But it also feeds your voracious ego, filling you with cockiness that you know he will quickly wipe out of you the moment he's back. 

But he is away now, and in this situation, you have the upper hand; threatening to close it around his neck knowing he would enjoy it more than yourself. And it would be such a waste of an opportunity if you didn't choke him a little bit. 

“Have you been thinking about me, love? Hm? Is that why you are so worked up?” You ask, picking the brush soaked in nail polish and applying it over your thumbnail. His whiny moan of your name is all you get as an answer, choppy breaths surrounding it helping it travel right to your core. “Been thinking about me touching you, hm? Wrapping my lips around your poor weeping cock, Simon?”

“Fuckin’ hell, luv…” He groans back, you hear the springs of the mattress again when he moves.

“Are you lying down, Simon?” You ask when you are on your third nail. A weak, high-pitched whine is all you get as an answer, a yes, you assume. “Stop then.”

queaky queaky queaky

“Simon.”

queaky queaky queaky

“Simon, stop touching yourself.”

…

“What?” He's breathing so hard it is almost difficult to understand him.

“Did I stutter? Stop touching yourself. Hands up, pretty boy.” You almost don't recognise your voice, an authoritative tone improper of a civilian talking to a lieutenant.

But he obliges, immediately, if he wasn't breathing so loud you could have heard the soft thud of his length falling red and angry over his abdomen. 

“For god's sake, sweetheart, please.” He groans, but you can no longer hear the mattress squeaking or his buckle being shaken. Obedient little soldier he is. 

“Who called me?” You ask, acting incredulous that he would now not let you do your part. He mumbles a tiny “me” making you smile once again. “Then do as I say, love.”

He huffs without a further complaint, waiting for your next words so he can finally move. 

“Put me on speaker, and the phone on your chest so your hands are free.” You say, moving to paint your other hand. He does as instructed, hearing the rustling of his shirt as he lays his phone. “Now wrap your hand around your dick, both of them, tight. And move, slowly!” 

You punctuate the last word with emphasis, hanging on the line to hear his movements but all you hear are his pretty sighs and puffs. You groan, making him stop in his movements once again. “Not your hands, Simon. Your hips. Move your hips.”

“What? Like-”

“Yeah, Simon. I want you to fuck your fists and imagine it is me the one your fucking.” You say, chuckling when you hear him moan. His voice sounds suddenly loudly and you assume his phone must have slipped up toward his face when he planted his feet on the mattress, thrusting his hips up. 

“There you go, good boy, Simon.” You say, melodic voice making Simon shudder as he throws his head back, moaning shamelessly as his hips move faster and faster to meet the tight embrace of his fists. 

Every time that an especially loud whine falls from his lips you coo at him, the mental image of him with his eyebrows furrowed, teeth digging into his bottom lip to try and catastrophically fail to keep his voice down making your mouth water. 

He calls your name again, begging for your attention as he mumbles incoherent words and you pity him only when you are done with your nails, waiting for them to dry as you turn your attention to him. 

“C’mon, darling.” You half-whisper to him. “Give it to me, love… Think that it is not your hands, think that it is my pretty cunt around your dick right now. I know you can.”

A cry of your name. 

“Think is my sweet cunt sucking you in, hm? Doing that thing that you love me to do.”

A low groan.

“Think that you are fucking me stupid, Simon. Moaning your name and milking you empty, love.”

A minute-long silence right before a chain of curses starts to spill from his lips, the squeaky sounds of the bed growing irregular as he cums over his own chest in thick spurs making him dizzy. 

You blow on your nails, happy with the results and waiting for your dear boyfriend to come down from his high as you sweet talk him. “You did so good, Simon… My darling… My sweet boy… My baby…”

“Watch it, you little minx”

You shiver at the sudden switch, remembering the temporal aspect of your position. Downing on you every single word you just pronounce and every condescending tone you use. 

Luckily for you, his deployment is meant to go on for a couple of weeks longer; enough for him to grow desperate enough and not pay you back with the same coin you just used. 

No need to worry about the consequences of your actions any time soon. 

“And by the way, sweetheart.” He says once his breathing is back to normal, the sound of his buckle jangling again. “The OP was cut short and I'm getting home sooner.”

You swallow. “How much is sooner?”

“Tomorrow's night”

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[emthimofnight]

My Vectilla fankid, Pumpkin the Crocodile! 🫶

Some info:

She is the oldest out of my fankids

A tech-savvy influencer and internet sleuth! She uses her knowledge of social media to help her dad solve cases. He is unbelievably proud.

Cream is both her big sister, AND her bestie! The two of them regularly spend time together.

She has a chao named Spice

She is pansexual

An excellent dancer, her favorite genres of music are hip-hop, rap, and trap!

She can be a bit shallow, but at her core has a heart of gold

Loud, bombastic, and uproariously funny

The queen of receipts!!

A real people person!

Very protective of Cream, despite being the younger sibling. She knows she has a soft heart, and often worries about her being taken advantage of.

Loves it when her outfits jingle and jangle. Chains, bracelets, belts, rings, keychains—all things she adores!

She and Vanilla can bump heads at times due to Pumpkin's loud mouth. Where Vanilla is polite and tactful, Pumpkin is straight-forward and blunt. Regardless of any personality conflicts, the two are very close!

Talks with her hands a lot!

[ichorai]

apple pies & break-ins ; tangerine.

pairing ; tangerine x assassin!spouse!reader (gender-neutral pronouns)

synopsis ; tangerine comes back home just as you're about to leave.

words ; 1.9k

themes ; pure fluff, mild comedy, established relationship (married), assassin au

warnings / includes ; blood/injuries/weapons, slightly suggestive, tangerine has a potty mouth, lemon cameo, tangerine being clingy and sappy

main masterlist.

The entire house smelled of cinnamon, apples, and buttery pie crust. You sliced up another apple, taking care to carve out its core, before tossing it in the sugar syrup and popping the chopped pieces of fruit into the crust to bake in the oven. As soon as you bumped the door shut with your hip, the front door creaked open, followed by a familiar jangling of keys. 

You glanced up with a warm smile, glad that your husband was finally home—except it was quick to melt away when you took in his disheveled appearance. There was blood all over him, dribbling down his hairline, splattered over his neck, staining his once-pristine clothes. 

Despite his haggard state, he sent you a tired beam, his mustache twitching with the smile. 

“‘Ello, love,” he greeted, making his way to you behind the kitchen counter. “Close your mouth, darlin’, you’ll catch flies.” With a cheeky smirk, he slotted a finger beneath your chin, effectively snapping your lips shut. He mildly winced when he noticed he accidentally left a faint print of sticky blood on your jaw, but wisely decided not to tell you.

You fixed him with an unimpressed stare. “Jesus, Tan. Is that your blood?”

“Not sure, honestly. It’s coming from all over—some of it’s bound to be mine. Don’t worry about me, love. I’m fuckin’ peachy. Speaking of, it smells really good in here. You bakin’ something for me, darling? I’m flattered,” he hummed, leaning forward to kiss you. 

Before he could, you ducked away from him, pushing his face to the side with a wrinkled nose. “Ugh, go shower first, you’re getting blood everywhere! To be honest, I would’ve felt better knowing it was yours.”

“Ouch,” he murmured, though his grin still lingered by the corner of his mouth. “You wound me, sweetheart.”

Relenting, you leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to his unsuspecting lips. “There. You happy?”

“Very. Thanks, love.” He sent you a playful wink before slinking off to the bathroom, whistling a peppy tune under his breath on the way. You rolled your eyes and smiled to yourself, before turning to clean up the mess of flour and sugar and apple cores you’d made on the kitchen counter.

When your husband finally slunk out of the bathroom, a thick white towel hanging low around his waist and another ruffling at his damp curls, he made his way back into the kitchen.

“Put on some clothes, Tan,” you scoffed when he pressed against you from behind, sprinkling a bit of cinnamon sugar on the apple pie you had just taken out of the oven. 

“Hm, you don’t like me like this?” he queried, verging on a whine since you weren’t paying him the least bit of attention. “Naked and at your disposal?”

Amused, you finally turned around in his arms, trapped between him and the counter. The blue of his eyes were hooded and lustful, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. You, however, smiled sweetly at him. “You’re not naked.”

“Well, that can easily be remedied—”

Before he could reach down to undo the towel around his waist, you stopped him with your hands gripping both his wrists, quirking your brows. “As much as I’d love to, I have to call in for a job soon. I’m running late already. I was baking the pie for you in case you got back while I was gone.”

“Another job?” asked Tangerine, clearly upset at the turn of events. “Can’t you call off? I’m sure they can send another bloody assassin to do their dirty work.”

You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, before gently pushing him away so you could head off to your shared bedroom and get changed. To none of your surprise, your husband trailed along behind you like a sullen puppy. “It’s a lot of money, baby. Don’t think I could afford to keep skipping jobs just to laze around with you.”

With a disappointed grumble, Tangerine wrapped his arms around you from behind again, squeezing tightly and kissing down your neck. “How long will this one take?”

“I’ll be back tonight,” you reassured him. “Tomorrow at the very latest.”

“Alright,” he acquiesced, though not without a loud sigh. He sat down on the bed, watching as you shirked off your flour-covered shirt in favor of a dark button-up. “You remember how we first met?”

Of course you did. You remembered it as if it was yesterday. You crossed your arms, stepping in between his legs by the edge of the bed. Both of his hands went to your waist, fingers curling over your back and absentmindedly tracing loose shapes on your sides. 

Looking up at you, he spoke between pressing soft kisses along your abdomen, over the black shirt you had donned, “I was on a mission with Lemon in Madrid… and we were in a tight situation. Bullets flying everywhere, my leg fucked up, and my gun jammed. Then, whaddya know, the most beautiful fuckin’ person I’ve ever laid my eyes upon comes flying through one o’ the windows. Took out three people with one knife, and took out another four with a bloody crossbow. You looked at me, covered in blood, and asked if I was alright. I told you that you were fucking gorgeous—and then you fell in love with me, right on the spot, and the rest is history.”

You burst out into a fit of laughter. “Hm, that’s not how I remember it. Need I remind you that I shoved you to the side because you kept getting in my way, asking if I’d like to have dinner with you? Gods, Tan, you were a pain in my ass. And your brother was laughing at you.”

“Cunt,” he grumbled at the mention of his brother. “Well, even if you didn’t fall in love with me right then and there—I did. I knew I had to be yours from the moment I saw you.”

You lowered yourself to a crouch, cupping his face and caught his lips in a feverish kiss. When you pulled away, you pressed your forehead against his. “Are you telling me this because you want me to stay?”

A sheepish grin tugged at the corner of Tangerine’s lips. “Is it working?”

“Nope,” you said, popping the ‘p’. You pulled away, slinging a packed bag over your shoulder and heading out the bedroom. “I’ll see you tomorrow, baby. Love you.”

“Wait! You said you’d come back tonight!”

True to your word, you had returned home at midnight, stumbling through the door tired and weary. Thankfully, you weren’t too banged up, just a scratch on your shoulder from the graze of a bullet that you managed to patch yourself before coming back. You were greeted with Tangerine dozing on the couch, a shitty reality show glowing on the television screen, with the half-eaten apple pie on the coffee table in front. He startled awake when you flicked his cheek with a smile.

“Hey, sleepy,” you said, dipping down to kiss his forehead, sauntering towards your bedroom to get changed.

As expected, your husband scurried off the couch to follow after you, gathering you into his arms and kissing you deeply. “I missed you,” he murmured, accent thick and lilting.

“Come on, I wanna get to sleep,” you said, tugging him to the bed with a muffled yawn.

In no time, he was curled up behind you, his large arm thrown over your waist and hand splayed out over your stomach. His nose was buried into the back of your head, unable to wipe the pleased smile off of his features.

It was relatively easy to drift to sleep, given how exhausted the two of you already were.

Not even three hours later, with the two of you already deep in slumber, there came a loud crashing from the front of the house. Someone was breaking in.

Immediately, you sat up in the bed, slipping out from beneath Tangerine’s heavy arms and the blanket. The cold air kissed your bare skin, sending a shiver spidering up your spine. You reached beneath your pillow to brandish a small emergency dagger you kept between the mattress and the headboard. Your husband also startled awake at the loud sound, eyes tired yet wide, grappling for a gun he kept beneath the bed.

“Stay in here,” he whispered, striding forward to the bedroom door, left slightly ajar.

“Like hell I am,” you quietly gruffed back, hot on his heels.

Knowing that there was no stopping you, Tangerine blew out a breath and the both of you crept closer, light on your feet. With no warning, Tan shouldered the door open and stepped out in one fluid motion, lining the gun up with the intruder.

A second later, he immediately lowered the weapon with a long string of exasperated curses. You peered over his shoulder, tense muscles loosening upon seeing Tangerine’s brother, Lemon, frozen in front of the broken window. His lips were twisted into a grimace and his eyes were as wide as saucers. There were shards of glass glimmering in his dark hair.

“What the fuck, man?” your husband erupted, immediately clicking the safety back on his gun and shoving it into the waistband of his sweats. “Are you daft? The fuck did you break my window for?”

“I was looking for you! Never heard a peep from you two after your missions. I just assumed the worst!” he exclaimed. For a moment, Lemon’s dark eyes flickered to you. “Hi, Y/N. Look lovely, by the way.”

You crossed your arms, more amused than anything. “Hey, Lemon.” 

“Why didn’t you fuckin’ call us, then? Bloody fucking idiot! Going down and breaking my window like that,” he angrily muttered, stomping forward to inspect the damage. “You’re paying for this, you twat.”

Rearing back, Lemon snarled, “Oi! I did call you! Didn’t answer your phones, the neither of you. I thought something happened! Forgive me for worrying about my brother and my in-law!”

“The fuck you mean, I would get the fucking notification if you called me!” Tangerine hissed back, pressing the heels of his palms into his sleepy eyes. After a second, he reached down into his pocket, fishing out his phone. He pressed the power button once, then twice. A third time for good measure. “Well, fuck me. It’s dead.”

You hid a smile behind your palm. You married a complete, hot-headed idiot. With an exasperated roll of your eyes, you wiggled your fingers farewell and swiftly turned, yawning as you dragged yourself back into the room. “I’m going back to bed. You two behave yourselves.”

Both of them grunted goodbyes at your departure, before immediately carrying on with their arguments.

“Why didn’t you just call Y/N?”

A long pause. Lemon's eye twitched. “Didn’t think of that, to be honest with you… What are you, a fucking halfwit? Of course I called Y/N!”

"Oh, right, yeah, Y/N does put their phone on DND before bed. Right."

"Right."

Frowning, Tangerine barked out, “Still, you’re a fuckin’ idiot, you know that? I could’ve shot you!”

“Alright, alright, calm your tits. D’you mind if I crash on your couch for the night?”

“What, are you bloody mental?” Another pause. “Alright, fine. Just take your shoes off. Don’t want you tracking mud all over the place.”

Half an hour later, Tangerine crawled back into bed, settling himself behind you. You had fallen asleep already, but shifted with a pleasant hum when he pressed a ticklish kiss to the junction of your neck and shoulder. 

“Love you,” he whispered, tugging you closer to his chest. You drowsily murmured something incoherent in response, and Tangerine contentedly drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

[vminizzle]

are you gonna do it against the wall?

pairing : husband!jungkook x f.reader

genre : SMUT, fluffy tones

warnings : oral sex (f. receiving), teasing, penetration, unprotected sex, wall sex, creampie, cockwarming

words count : 0.8k

Heavily unedited since I’m exhausted. I promise I’ll correct the mistakes tomorrow

A/N : hi hi, I’m in my car waiting for my course in uni, so since I was free I decided to write. It’s short I know, I’m sorry about it. I’ll try to write something longer and better next. it’s my first time writing something about wall sex (I wanted to try smth new). Honestly, I was staring at pictures of Jungkook’s arms 💀 I really hope you guys will like it :) have an amazing day loves! - sunny

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A gasp escaped your lips as your husband backed you to the wall pinning you against it. His fingers playing with the hem of your shirt.

“I’m sorry for being late my love.” he whispered into your ear.

Jungkook bit your earlobe softly making you shiver. His fingertips dancing on the soft skin of one of your thigh, hiking your -his- oversized shirt up enough to reveal your panties as his hands find their places on your waist.

He pushed his boner against your lower stomach as he sucked on your neck slowly, the warm muscle wetting the skin a little.

“Why were you late huh?” you said trying to sound mad.

“mmh, I was with Jimin.” he answered nonchalantly.

“Are you cheating on me with him?“ Jungkook laughed slapping your thigh playfully.

“Don’t say that. It sounds weird.” he whined.

He started nipping at your neck again making you close your eyes at the sudden pleasure, fingers tangled into his black locks .

He suddenly stopped hearing the jangling of his belt buckle coming undone. You laughed quietly making Jungkook tilts his head.

“What?” he asked curiously.

“are you gonna do it against the wall?” you grinned as you raise an eyebrow.

“it’s new.”

"well, we have to try everything at least once in our life.” he shrugged smirking. 

“Can I take these off?” he pointed to your undies.

You nodded, his fingers hooking into the cotton material pulling it down as he kneeled on the floor and throwing it away.

He grabbed one of your leg resting it on his shoulder.

"god.. look at how you’re glistening” his eyes locked on your folds.

“is it because of me?” he asked teasingly.

“shut up Jungkook ” you slapped his head lightly.

He laughed before kissing the inside of your thigh. His kisses were getting higher until he reached your core. He looked up at you before his head disappeared between your legs.

“Jungkook” you moaned as he placed a light kiss on your throbbing clit “so sensitive” he muttered.

He finally placed his lips on your glistening ones, sucking on them as he caressed your thigh gently.

“it feels so good fuck” you could felt his tongue dive into your entrance making you arched your back off the wall.

His nose brushing against your clit adding stimulation to push you on the edge of your climax.

When he felt your thighs trembling a little and trying to close around his head, he pulled away making you groaned.

“why!!!?” he got up placing a kiss on your cheek.

“I want you to come on my cock first darling” he said as he got rid of his shirt first then hiss pants and boxer.

He signaled you to jump by tapping on your thigh. You did as told, legs wrapped around his thin waist.

“Is it ok? Am I not too heavy?” Jungkook looked at your timid face.

“no you’re not, you’re perfect” he smiled at you reassuring you.

You hold onto his bicep, your other arm around his neck.

“you’re ready baby?” you whispered a yes as he aligned himself at your wet entrance.

He groaned as he entered you “you’re so t-tight oh god, you feel so good around me” he bit his lips, forehead already glistening with droplets of sweat.

After a few painfully slow thrusts you threw your head back as he hit your g-spot. He put his hand behind your head before it collided on the wall .

”Jungkook please go harder, I’m so so close baby” you moaned his name over and over as he whispered sweet nothings onto the skin of your neck.

“I’m so close too” he snapped his hips harder onto yours, his grip on your thighs tightening. 

He moaned your name loudly as he came into you. He gently rubbed little circles on your clit giving you a little boost on reaching your orgasm.

You tangled your fingers into his hair pulling on the tresses harder than you’ve thought as you cum around him.

Your walls kept on tightening around him as he bit his bottom lip, eyes shut, the pressure around him making him feel lightheaded.

You connected your lips again in a loving kiss before sucking on his bottom lip making him moan.

"fuck I’m gonna cum" he threw his head back as his orgasm wash over him.

Jungkook rode both your high thrusting slowly into you.

He rest his forehead on yours for a moment breathing heavily, before walking you to your bedroom laying you gently on the mattress.

He was about to pull out when you hugged him making him lay on top of you.

“Aren’t you tired?” you asked caressing his muscular back.

“a little bit but-”

“let’s stay like this for a moment.. please” you pouted cutely making his heart melt.

He smiled kissing your pout “ as you wish my love”

“I love you Jungkook” he smiled covering your neck with little kisses.

“I love you too y/n” you hugged him tightly. 

—

A/N : well, I guess my readers realized that I’m into cockwarming.. I mean, I like writing it 💀 anyways, thank you for reading. Have a nice day :) or sleep well everyone ~

[writemywaytoyourheart]

Bedeviled | FINAL- Chapter 15a: alea iacta est

Pairing: demon!jungkook x female reader

Genre: romance, drama, angst, horror

WC for PART 1: 13.6k

This is a two part chapter guys, dont miss 15b, it will be linked at the end of this chapter.

Warnings for this part: ⚠️this chapter contains intense, heavy & possibly triggering material, pls read at your own discretion⚠️ strong language, blood, torture, grief, mentions of death, brief mention of past murder, strong religious themes throughout, mentions of witchcraft, implied human sacrifice, summoning of and dealing with demons, ANGST, physical violence, guilt, heavy heavy stuff u guys b careful, if there's anything I missed pls kindly let me know.

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“Guardian angel…what’s happened?”

The look in her eyes was gentle even though the worry was clear. 

“I will tell you soon, I promise. Trust in me that now is not the time.”

A slender hand gestured towards the giant golden gates, a reminder of what was to come. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat, an understanding and comfort sweeping through you that the time would arrive to know everything. You looked up at the shining entrance and noticed beautiful gems lining the golden bars in every color imaginable. 

It was stunning. 

Your angel reached out a hand and ever so gently touched the sleek bars; sending a shudder through the entirety of the gate that simultaneously went through you, deep into your bones. 

You didn’t notice you were holding your breath until the gate opened and there was a soft yet steady hand on your shoulder.

Taking a tentative step forward, you gulped as the cloud beneath you kept you from plummeting through it.

A few more steps and you were almost inside. 

Closing your eyes, you took in a deep breath that filled your lungs. As it blew out slowly, you could feel any and every worry leaving with it as the sound of a celestial choir arose and an overwhelming feeling of love consumed you.

Then you stepped through the gates. 

-

The grip on your upper arms is harsh as you’re dragged carelessly down the last few steps. The sound of tortured screams echo around you, bouncing off the walls and shaking you to the core. 

Then the smell hits you.

A smell so vile you would never be able to put it into words if someone asked. It turns your stomach to rot within seconds, but it’s too late to hold your breath now. 

I’m okay. 

You shake uncontrollably as the demons proceed to half carry you down a long hall, the sound of their footsteps drowned out by the screams of the sinners whose fate you are soon about to share in. 

At least it isn’t him.

You gulp and close your eyes despite it already being pitch black; the action only a desperate attempt to conjure some form of comfort. 

You flinch when the loud clank of metal reaches your ears. 

It sounds like someone is unlocking a very large padlock. 

Then an ear piercing squeak follows when what you can only assume is a cell door is opened.

You’re brought into the cell and immediately thrown to the ground harshly, a pained gasp knocked out of you when you hit the stone floor. 

There’s a puddle of something wet and warm under your hands and the stench of urine instantly fills your nostrils. You don’t even have a moment to register the disgust before you’re being grabbed roughly again and yanked to the middle of the room. 

The unmistakable sound of jangling chains fills your ears and you bite your bottom lip. Your eyes slowly begin to adjust to the darkness due to the sliver of blood red light seeping in through a crack near the upper right corner behind you. 

You can just barely make out what is probably Sav in front of you, but more of that comes from the energy you feel and less the sight of him. 

A deep chuckle sounding directly ahead confirms it as your arms are yanked up so violently that you inadvertently cry out. The demons only continue to laugh as one on each side of you shackles your wrists to the rusted cuffs hanging from the ceiling. 

You realize with horror only seconds before it happens that the chains are a certain height, designed like everything else here; to wring the most torture they can out of you. 

A broken scream gets stuck in your throat when the demons let go of you and your body weight is forced down by gravity, pulling at your shoulders harshly. Only a bit of pressure is taken off by your feet holding you up just enough on tiptoe. You know that eventually your shoulders will not be able to handle it, when you are no longer strong enough to stand. They will inevitably be pulled out of place.

Breathing in and out slowly in shaky gasps, you don’t even try to fight as your ankles are shackled as well, even though you won’t be going anywhere with even just the wrists bound in iron. 

The sound of another set of chains makes you close your eyes. 

Flinching harshly, you bite your lip when you feel your wings squeezed painfully by cold metal restraints of their own.

Fear clenches your heart as you wait with bated breath. 

“Leave us.”

Heavy footfalls go to the cell door, the loud creak sounds, then the footsteps diminish into the torture being dealt elsewhere in the dungeon. 

You say nothing, feeling his stare on you while you keep your eyes closed. 

“I’m going to ask questions and you are going to answer, do you understand?”

He’s met with silence, but chooses to ignore that and begins anyway. 

“Why are you here?” 

When you don’t answer, he steps forward and growls.

“Do you want me to fucking hurt you right now, you little bitch? Answer me.”

You open your eyes and stare at the dark floor, but say nothing. 

“Answer me or when the time comes I’ll hurt him more than I need to.”

A beat of silence passes.

“I came to get something,” you grit out, tears stinging your eyes.

Sav chuckles in disbelief. 

“How strange you are, little puppet. You say nothing when your own precious body is on the line, but when it comes to a random demon you found in Hell, you will give it all up.”

You sigh shakily, knowing that he can do whatever he wants to you and still get you to talk when he threatens to hurt a certain fellow demon of his.

“Oh this is going to be fun.”

His heeled boots clunk against the floor as he begins to pace, smirking at your defeated posture. 

“What did you come to get?”

You gulp, noticing how dry your throat is. 

“Something I’ve waited a long time for.”

“The Flame of Immortality?”

You’re not sure how he found out that little made-up story, but you don’t ask. 

He sighs through his nose in annoyance at your silence. 

“Why should an angel need the Flame? You’re already immortal. Besides, don’t you holy creatures frown at the use of it?”

“I didn’t tell you I needed it,” you whisper. 

“A little birdie told me you did.”

“Maybe you should stop taking information from random little birdies-”

A harsh slap lands across your cheek and you instantly taste blood as your head hangs to the side and you squeeze your eyes shut tightly to try and control the urge to make a sound. 

You don’t want to give him that satisfaction. 

“You’re going to regret not taking my offer to let you speak and delay your punishment.”

He grabs your face, pinching your cheeks tightly and making you look at him. 

Oddly enough, you can see his blue eyes in the dim light, his hair falling into them.

“If pain is what you want, rest assured that is what I will give you.”

You glare back at him in response, earning another slap to your other cheek. 

Sav steps back and observes you. 

“You look a little too confident as an angel at the hands of demons that are only too willing to hurt her.”

You just stare at him, hands chained above your head and shoulders aching terribly. 

“Your smug silence will only cause you more agony.”

He gets no response. 

The demon turns and walks to a corner of the cell, a dark alcove where you can not see what is inside. 

“Fine by me, little angel.”

You expect him to emerge with something, so you’re taken by surprise when he only comes back out, empty handed, to lean against the wall. 

“Undidis.” His voice rings out in the dim light.

Then the iron cell door opens and the large lizard-like demon that grabbed you in the hall stalks in, a grotesque smile spread across his toothy snout.

You don’t have a moment to think before he hits you across the face so hard that your vision spins violently and a headache blossoms. A few of your teeth feel like they were loosened by the impact. You breathe out a pained groan. 

The demon hits you in the stomach, then kicks your right shin harshly out from under you, undoubtedly leaving a mark that will bruise if he didn’t fracture it outright. 

The weight of your beaten body pulls down on your shoulders and you cry out. 

“Alright, that’s enough.”

Undidis steps away and sneers, “Look at her. She’s like a little doll we get to ruin all we want.”

Sav chuckles at his words. 

“And she can stop it any time she would like. Are you ready to stop, angel?”

You gulp, cringing at the metallic taste in your mouth, then you shake your head slowly. 

He scoffs and goes back to the alcove, disappearing into the darkness. 

____. 

Tears form in your eyes at the sound of her voice in your mind. 

Angel…I’m sorry that I didn’t listen to you…I’m sorry I failed.

Sav steps out and you see something long and thin hanging from his hand. 

____, you have not failed. Do not let them make you believe otherwise.

“Still feeling brave?” Sav mocks, running the whip between his fingers repeatedly, his eyes moving over your form hungrily; ready to draw screams from you with each crack of it. 

You are sure you want to do this? Only say the word and it will stop. 

You pull your gaze away from Sav and up to the ceiling of the cell. Up to where you might be able to imagine all of them if you think hard enough. 

The words that leave your mouth are sure to send him into a fit, but it doesn’t stop you from saying them.

“I’m okay, Guardian Angel.”

Sav’s face falls, then it twists in anger as he steps closer to you, “We’ll just see where that bravery gets you.”

You can see the hatred in his eyes before he walks behind you and is out of your line of sight. 

You shut your eyes only moments before the whip makes contact with your back and rips the first scream from your lungs. 

________________________

“Find your own way out of Hell.”

The look of terror and disbelief in your eyes did nothing to stop him from turning; from leaving you alone and never looking back.

-

JK keeps his eyes forward as he stalks across the empty planes between the eighth and ninth circles of Hell, his jaw taut with barely contained rage. 

He has no intention of going back to you, or even turning around to see if perhaps his eyes betrayed him in a moment of insanity. 

Of all the things he theorized about you in his head, you being one of those sorry pawns from His pathetic army was never even close to being one…

When the golden light bouncing off the vibrant green leaves flashes through his brain again, the demon shakes his head and keeps walking. 

You must have poisoned his thoughts in some way- with all your nasty little angel abilities to put images in minds. That must have been part of your plan the entire time: to confuse him, to disorient him enough so that you could do whatever the hell it was you were here to do in the first place. 

The silent anger continues to build inside, leaving no room to wonder or even care about where you might be. 

_________________

The broken scream from the last lash of the whip leaves your throat raw as you gasp in a breath. You had held them in as much as you could, but the pain after the first fifteen lashes was too much. You had no idea how many more he had done since.

Sav runs his fingers down the length of the thin instrument, dragging the blood off of it to drip onto the floor in red splatters. 

“Why him?” He asks lowly, voice deep with impatience. 

Your shaky breaths echo off the stone walls. 

Sav grabs your chin with rough fingers, forcing you to lift your head and look at him, the smirk on his face growing at the way you squeeze your eyes shut with pain, the blood from his fingers smearing onto your skin. 

“Why…” He leans close, his cold breath fanning your wet cheeks, “...him?”

You swallow thickly before whispering, unable to keep the strength in your voice no matter how hard you try, “I only asked him to lead me becau-”

A shaky breath gets caught in your throat and you cough a little. 

“-because he was the first one I ran into.”

The grip on your face tightens for a second before the demon shoves you away and takes a step back to observe his prisoner. 

“Do not make the mistake of feeling secure in telling me the truth. It will not spare you any pain.”

You open your eyes and look at him. 

“I know.”

His jaw clenches, then a smirk slowly spreads on his face again. 

“How unlucky for you that he was merely a pawn in your little game. If there was more to tell on JK, I might have decided to prolong the fun in order to wring more out of you.”

His words neither lessen nor heighten your anxiety. You know he is going to torture you without restraint, you have known since the moment you were grabbed in the tunnel while trying to get away. He does not need any more information from you; that is not why you are in this dungeon under the Chamber of Souls. You are merely here for their twisted sport. 

Finding an angel in the middle of Hell is a prize beyond the count of worth. 

Without turning, Sav drops the whip on the floor and points at the alcove. 

The demon, Undidis, that has been standing silent to the side for the entirety of the whipping instantly walks that way and disappears into the darkness. 

The sound of metal clanging around from where he went reaches your ears, but you do not move your gaze from Sav’s. 

“The monarch butterfly on your arm,” you whisper, voice hoarse, “Why is it colored?”

He snorts, “Why would I feel the need to divulge any information about myself to you? You are already at my feet, you are already mine to break.”

“Do you not know?”

His gaze hardens as he stares at you with a raw hatred after seeing the unwavering look in your gaze. 

The look in his own eyes confirms what you already know: that he will not give you a moment of relief once he begins.

There is no reason for either of them to hold back. 

You take a steadying breath and close your eyes slowly.

-

Stepping through the gates, your eyes landed immediately on your aunt. 

Yoongi’s mother, who died many years ago. 

Her skin seemed to radiate a very subtle glow as she smiled at you warmly. There were no wings on her back and she was clothed in a soft white tunic that fell to her ankles. She looked young and healthy, her eyes resembling Yoongi’s almost exactly. 

You smiled back, then your gaze shifted to see the man stepping out from behind her who wasn’t an angel either.

It was your father. 

You had never met him, but there was something inside of you that just knew. For some odd reason you also knew what had happened to him, why he left one day before you were even born and never came back. 

You thought maybe he had been sick like you or just abandoned you and mother. It never occurred to you that he was killed on the road and never found. Your heart hurt terribly at this revelation.

His lips…they looked like yours. Your hair color was the same too. He also looked somewhat like Yoongi’s mother, the shared genes were clear. 

You briefly remembered the days leading up to your death, when you hallucinated a man in the corner of the shack, staring at you. You had thought it was your father, but it wasn’t, he didn’t look like this man. This man’s eyes were kind, his touch comforting as he gave you a quick hug and whispered how happy he was to finally meet you. 

You hugged him back tightly, a breath stuck in your throat, your mind still in a state of disbelief. 

He pulled away then and stepped back, no longer obscuring your view of the beings behind him.

Many many people and angels, some laughing and talking, others smiling and waving at you excitedly. 

You didn’t recognize any of them, but they seemed to know you. 

They seemed to have known you for a long time. 

Realization hit you then, that every single person and angel there, had been waiting for you. 

The air itself was alive with relief and genuine unconditional love. 

These souls that you did not know, were overjoyed at your arrival. 

They were proud of you. 

Tears filled your eyes, only a few escaping and falling down your cheeks. 

Then you saw her. 

The little angel with yellow wings, that had taken your hand and led you to the clouds after you passed. 

She was standing in front of another angel that looked no older than fourteen. The young teen had long red hair and wings the color of soil. A bright smile graced her pink lips.

The small yellow angel that you had not recognized when first waking in that shack, had tears in her eyes as she looked at you. Those bunny teeth appeared when she smiled even while the tears fell down her supple cheeks.

“The little ones that pass in the womb become angels.”

She looked just like him.

“Aera?”

The name fell from your lips in a breathless whisper. 

Not another moment passed before you were kneeling and the child was running into your open arms, soon engulfed in your embrace. 

Her tiny arms wrapped around you and she held on tightly. 

You couldn’t help the tears that wracked your body as you kept her close, finally feeling that warmth you always dreamt of. 

“I love you,” you whispered the words you always wanted to say between sobs, “I love you so much, I missed you so much.”

Her hug only tightened and she whispered back with that tiny soft voice you could only ever imagine in those long long months, “I missed you too, mommy. I love you.”

You continued to cry on her small shoulder until your tears were utterly spent and you could finally breathe in fully without breaking into another round of weeping. 

Only then did you open your eyes and see someone behind her; your gaze traveling from their sandaled feet, up their long beige tunic, and into gentle brown eyes flecked with gold.

Only then did you first look upon the face of the one you never knew you had missed.

-

Your whole body is quivering uncontrollably, blood drips down your arms and legs, and your shoulders only continue to weaken as the strain on them increases with each new torment they bring upon you. 

“Not the face.”

Sav’s deep voice breaks through the fog of pain clouding your mind. 

Undidis grunts in annoyance but steps back anyway, the bloody knife gripped in his scaly fist tightly as he resists the urge to mutilate the only part of you that has been left more or less unscathed. 

You can faintly hear both of them laughing as they walk around you, behaving like two humans that have stumbled across a most intriguing statue in the museum. 

No words pass your lips, only the labored breathing that occasionally becomes so quiet that if they didn’t know any better they’d have thought you suffocated from the lack of oxygen getting to your lungs. 

“Such a precious little face, angel. I can’t bring myself to cut it up just yet,” Sav muses with mock pity. 

At your lack of response, you get a kick to the same right shin Undidis had struck earlier. 

All you give for that is a weak moan. 

Sav steps towards you and leans down, his voice becoming soft, “This is only the beginning. You can change your fate, all you have to do is one simple thing.”

The fog in your brain covers most of your thoughts in an attempt to pretend like you are anywhere but here. 

Slowly, you shake your head.

“Do nothing and we get to play with you for the rest of eternity. Who needs Him anyway? If you give in to us, the pain He has let be inflicted upon you will lessen.”

Your eyes flutter open at his words and you lift your head only enough to look him in the eye. 

“And when my memories are no longer my own,” you mumble quietly, “When I can no longer understand why it hurts…what will happen to me then?”

Sav straightens up, his mouth twisting in rage. 

“Will I become like you?” You whisper hoarsely, never looking away from him. 

A harsh slap from the back of his hand causes your head to jerk to the side and blood to spray from your mouth and onto the floor, to continue to stain the ancient stone with the life of its current victim.

“You dare to look down on me while I stand above you?” He seethes, “You refuse to acknowledge who is in control?”

“You are not in control.” Is all you say, eyes lifting to the ceiling briefly. 

“Is that so?”

A choked gasp gets stuck in your throat when you feel jagged metal sink deep into your abdomen. 

Sav pulls the knife back out and lifts it into your view as you gulp and try to control the shivering from sheer pain alone.

Your blood drips down the length of the crooked blade, only inches from your face.

“I think we’ve just run out of time for you. That little face of yours has only begun to anger me.” 

Your gaze drifts from the crimson knife and over to his dark blue eyes. 

“Your story saddens me, Sav. But it is not you I grieve for.”

There’s a flash of fear deep in his gaze, but it’s quickly clouded once more with hatred. 

“You may know things I do not, angel, but I can assure you of this,” he looms over you, only too ready to ruin you beyond recognition, “If you do not deny Him, if you do not lower yourself more than you already are and bow to me; I will rid you of any physical indication of your title. I will tear you limb from limb and you will feel every single second of it.”

A smile spreads on your cracked lips, bright red blood oozing from your mouth. 

“Lower yourself to me.” Despite his words, his voice shakes slightly.

The grin on your face does not fade, even as Undidis emerges from the shadows with the next instrument of torture that will leave you in agony beyond comprehension. 

You keep your eyes locked on Sav. 

“No.”

____________________________________

“Look, Savanis!”

The twenty-year old boy looked up from where he was digging and reached a hand to wipe the sweat from his brow. He pushed the dirty blonde hair out of his suntanned face so he could see the little girl a few feet to his left. 

“What is it, Marjorie?”

The child frowned at his tone, but quickly brushed it off and pointed at the little flower only inches from her where a beautiful orange and black butterfly sat. 

“Isn’t it pretty?” She whispered, leaning in. Long blonde locks fell over her tiny shoulders, the curled ends brushing against the dirt, “I think it’s the most beautiful I have ever seen.”

Savanis rolled his eyes and turned back to the digging that was taking longer than he liked. It wasn’t supposed to be one of the jobs that consumed his entire day. And for this he would only get enough for half a loaf of bread at the market. 

The shovel struck the hot dirt viciously, tearing into it and wrenching it from the earth.

-

“Savi.”

He rolled his eyes at the hundredth interruption that evening alone. 

“What?”

“I’m hungry.”

“Do you think I don’t know that?” He raised his voice, slamming down the small piece of wood he had been carving mindlessly, the sound echoing off the wooden walls of their tiny home. 

Tears welled up in the six year old’s big bluebell eyes and he sighed sharply. 

“It isn’t my fault the king treats us like scum, Marjorie! What would you have me do? Beg at his feet to let us feast with the royal court? Don’t be so naive. If you’re so hungry then go out and find a way to get us food. Just because mother and father died and left you to burden me doesn’t mean you can’t make yourself useful for once.”

With that, he stood and grabbed the crookedly carved wood, then stormed out of the house, leaving his little sister to self-soothe in her torn blanket, holding her worn out doll friend close to her chest. 

-

It wasn’t even a month’s passing since that night that Savanis stumbled upon the old witch that lived in the woods, the one he had only previously heard tales of. 

She was odd enough to deserve the rumors said about her, but she by no means looked to him like she could actually cast magic spells and curse those that betrayed her. 

Despite all that, she made decent company when he was out and about in the woods for whatever work he was doing. 

The witch spoke of her many encounters with spirits; the good and the evil. 

Savanis found himself increasingly drawn to the dark ones she told him of. They seemed more likely to obtain what they desired and he didn’t shy away from the means in which they helped this particular old hag acquire hers. 

He began to actively look for work that focused solely on his going into the woods. Those stories began to seem more and more real, and certainly the ways in which the witch lived her life seemed a lot more enjoyable than where he was stuck. 

Savanis was determined to change the course of his future, to live his life how he wanted, not to have anyone relying so heavily on him for mere survival. 

The time he spent in those woods grew longer and not for the work he was doing halfheartedly by then. For what he was doing, he might never need to work again. 

The old witch taught him spells, ways that he could get what he wanted without working all day for it. Ways to read into others’ futures so that they might pay him in exchange for that delicate knowledge. Perhaps, he thought, he could embellish a little here and there as the witch suggested, and so he did. She was right that people would pay more the more you’re willing to divulge, even if only some of it was true. 

-

Marjorie would wait for her brother each night, worrying herself sick while lying in her blankets on the floor of their one room cabin. She would force her little eyes to stay open until she saw him coming into the door quietly and setting his things underneath the floorboards where he thought she couldn’t get them. Then the child would finally be able to sleep. 

His items never interested her. One time she was curious and looked in the hiding spot, but only found feathers and vials of strange liquid that smelled funny. When she saw the small blade covered in something red, she hurriedly put the floorboard back over it and never again peeked.

Most of her days were spent outside in her garden. 

It wasn’t much of a real garden, but she had lovingly replanted flowers and other strange plants she did not know the name of that she found in the forest. 

The bees, dragonflies, and butterflies would swarm her little collection of sweet-smelling flowers, which was one of the reasons she loved it the most. 

Marjorie would sit there for hours, simply watching the butterflies flutter to and fro as she nibbled on her bread. She’d offered them some once but they were not interested, so she kept it for herself. 

Savi didn’t snap at her so much anymore and he started to bring home more food. She didn’t ask him what he was doing all day and he didn’t offer any details. 

-

Savanis wiped the already dirty rag down the length of his smaller hunting knife as the witch, Tanta he knew her as now, continued to stir the pot above the fire. 

When he was finally able to clear most of the crimson smears from the blade, he knelt down and tossed the bloody rag into the fire, his gaze drawn to the strange green hue that illuminated the flames briefly before they faded back to a reddish orange. 

“You remembered,” Tanta seemed pleased as she sprinkled something flaky into the pot. 

He nodded then sat back to watch her work. 

“I’m better than you ever acknowledge.”

“I’m aware.”

“Then why don’t you teach me more? Everything I know is practically useless to me now.”

“I thought all you wanted was a comfortable life,” she mused, not looking in his direction but clearly sporting a knowing grin, “Is that not what I’ve given you? You have food, clothes, and no need for work.”

Savanis sighed loudly, “What good is magic if it doesn’t give you more than the ordinary?”

“What good indeed,” Tanta muttered quietly. 

They sat in silence for a little longer, then he heard her speak again. 

“I have urged you to do things you have not done.”

He frowned, unsure what she meant for a moment, then it hit him. 

“Ah, you mean the rituals?”

“Indeed.”

“So if I worship him more, I’ll be able to do more?”

The only response he got to that was a silent smile. 

“I’m not sure I believe it is the thing,” Savanis continued, “Did you not say I was the one capable of magic because of who I am? Not because of some demon king?”

“On your own, you are no more special than that kid sister of yours.”

He bit his tongue at that, irritated. 

“She couldn’t handle any of it,” he spat bitterly, glaring at the flames that appeared to have turned bluish, “She’s weak and useless.”

“And that may be so,” Tanta let go of the ladle and turned to him, “But if you want to unlock your true potential, you must give all of yourself to his work.”

“And that means worshiping him every day?”

“The more genuine you become with it, the more you will not drag your feet about it.”

Savanis chewed on his bottom lip, contemplating. 

What did he have to lose?

-

Tanta was right. 

The more frequently he did the special rituals to the Leader, as she called him, the more he desired to do them. 

A lot of times he’d have to fight the stupid little voice whispering over his shoulder not to do it, saying that he could stop and it wasn’t too late to change. There were days the voice gave him pause.

Tanta told him never to listen to that voice though, that it was a spirit that claimed to be good but only wished for him to lack in anything he desired. Only wished for him to be a puppet and never live for himself.

So he continued to push it out of his head, and continued to make a point to do worse just out of spite. 

The darkness that took root in him was continuing to grow, and he welcomed it openly. 

Never before this was there much to his bland life. 

-

“You are almost to the highest rank I’ve been told.”

Savanis smirked at the witch that sat on a tree stump in front of him, knitting a dark cloth. It had only been a few months since she first began teaching him and he was already on his way to the top. 

“Envious?” He asked, arms crossed and brow raised in arrogance. 

She simply smiled at the work in her hands, “I have no reason to envy you child, I have been at the top for many years. I would say delighted is a more fit word to use. After all, you are my pupil.”

“And you are his pupil.”

“Precisely.”

“When do I get to do the final ritual?”

“When he decides you are ready.”

“How will I know?”

Her knowing smile returned. 

“You will know.”

-

Marjorie woke up with a start to see her big brother gathering his things. It was still dark, so she didn’t understand where he might be going. She watched silently from her makeshift bed as he put on his dark cloak and left without a sound.

-

Savanis lit the fire and stepped back, then tossed the bundle of herbs into it and watched the flames snap and crackle. 

He had a dream earlier in the night, a sign he took that it was finally time for him to reach his full potential. The man in the dream told him to come to the spot he was in and do the summoning. 

It only took a few moments before the air turned cold and he sensed a presence behind him. He turned and saw a tall handsome man dressed in dark clothes fit for a royal. On his back were large black wings that were at rest. 

He smirked at Savanis, who suddenly had a strange feeling that something might not be right. 

“At last we meet.”

Savanis swallowed, then spoke up, “You are him, then? The Leader.”

“Lucifer.”

“Lucifer,” Savanis tried out the name, a nasty taste following it in his mouth, but it did nothing to deter him. 

“Have you finally come to give your soul to me?” Lucifer asked, eyes locked on the boy in front of him. 

“Have you finally decided I’m worth it?”

A dark chuckle floated from the demon. 

“You have never been worth it, boy. You are as useless to me as the twig you stand on.”

Savanis’ mouth twisted in anger. 

“Then why are you here?”

“You asked me here.”

Savanis scoffed and looked away, feeling utterly humiliated and more than a little angered.

The demon took a step closer, “Do you wish to feel important to me, boy?”

The blonde glared at him, then tilted his chin up, “All I care about is getting what I want.”

“And what is it that you want?”

“I want to be able to do and have whatever I desire without consequences.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“Then giving your soul to me is the right answer for you.”

“And yet you turned me down!”

Lucifer chuckled, “I said you are worthless. You are no match for the ones that do my bidding. They are far darker than you.”

“What would you have me do?” Savanis’ voice grew in strength. 

He was not afraid of the darkness. 

“If you want to give me your soul and join me, you must prove yourself. You must give me something else first.”

“I will give you anything.”

“A life.”

Savanis frowned, confused, “An animal sacrifice? I’ve already given you plenty-”

“Oh no,” the Devil stepped closer again, “One far more precious. A human’s.”

“Easy enough,” Savanis said without hesitation, the blackness in his heart causing him no inner turmoil at the request, “But who?”

A horrible grin spread on the prince of Hell’s face. 

“Is there no one in your life you wish to be rid of? No one that has tethered you down until you are merely nothing but the tool to their survival?”

Savanis stared at him for a moment. 

That nagging little voice began to beg him to listen, to wait and listen for a moment. Not to make any rash decisions. 

But he pushed it away like he had gotten so good at doing. 

“Yes, there is.”

______________________________________

“You remember her, don’t you?”

Your voice is broken and raw as you utter the words, head hanging while the weight of your body hangs on your shoulders unforgivingly. The feeling of the joints that are bearing all the weight beginning to dislocate makes you grit your teeth. 

Sav stands in front of you, his chest heaving in angry breaths. 

He doesn’t respond, only glares harder at your ruined form covered in crimson. 

You swallow thickly, tasting the metallic blood that coats the inside of your mouth. 

“You remember Marjorie…don’t you?”

Sav grabs your face harshly, forcing you to look at him. 

“Don’t say that fucking name ever again.”

You stare back evenly as you whisper. 

“Why do you pretend like you don’t remember? Who are you trying to convince: the other demons, or yourself?”

His jaw clenches, rage seeping into him at the fact that you know more than he’s comfortable with, the fact that you can read him like a book. 

An awkward silence stretches on and you can sense that Undidis is just now hearing of this. 

“If you think dropping a name that is in my past will rattle me, you’re wrong,” Sav seethes, fingers pinching your cheeks. 

“It isn’t just in your past though, is it? That is your punishment. It haunts you wherever you go, the pain you caused her now racks your own miserable being, and you will never be free of it-”

“Shut the hell up.”

“She’s up there, you know.”

The dark ocean in his irises seems to darken and get colder as you stoke the burning blue flames. He roughly lets go of your face.

“You will never hurt her again, Sav. She needs never to think of you or what you did. Marjorie sings joyfully with the angels and flies with her most beloved creatures.”

He watches your eyes drift to the dead monarch inked on his bicep. 

Your voice drops to a whisper as he steps back, hands shaking.

“Marjorie told me of the doll you sewed for her when she was three. She told me of the bread you brought home for her. You were always enough for her.”

You see him swallow thickly, but sense only an empty misery and anger there. 

“Even as you sacrificed the life of your only little sister for your selfish desires, she never hated you. She forgave you, Savanis.”

“I said shut up!” He slaps you across the face, snapping your neck to the side violently. Then he grabs your hair and yanks it so that you’re looking at him, his eyes wild with rage, “Your kind has stolen more souls from us than one could count, and yet you have the audacity to mock me while at my mercy? I am not going to stop ruining you, not until you break, and not even then. Beg all you want but I will not stop. Not even when you give in and lower yourself to me!”

“Go ahead!” You scream at the top of your lungs in his face, startling him enough to step back, “No matter how close you think you are to prevailing against His gates, you’ve already lost!!” 

The rage is clear in his eyes as he stares you down. 

Even as Undidis cracks the whip down on your back and you feel it rip deep into your flesh, pouring more blood down your already scarred skin, you do not look away from the demon standing in front of you. 

Despite the difference in your positions, he is the one that looks at you with trepidation swimming in his gaze. 

-

JK walks through the colorless trees of the second ring in the seventh circle, his gaze locked on the ground. The strange images won’t stop, they only ever get worse when he’s looking at anything but the pale dirt beneath him. 

Not once has he glanced at the sinners he passed as he stomped his way back through the circles. 

Not once has he given a second thought to the words being repeated in his head in a loop, the stupid little pathetic human souls begging him for a chance to ruin themselves. 

Not once has he been able to shake the image of you out of his mind. 

The terror in your eyes when he left you is burned into his brain. 

He wouldn’t think anything of it if the image was paired up with satisfaction and a desire to drag more misery out of you just to see you fall further into despair. But it isn’t. It’s accompanied with nothing but confusion and uncertainty.

“I’d rather live together forever. Wouldn’t you?”

The demon flinches at the soft voice that permeates his mind above all the others, a horrid feeling coming over him like when he sees those images he suddenly can’t escape..

“Live forever? Together?”

The sound of a snapping twig makes him lift his head briefly. 

The realization of looking up from the ground hits him too late. 

The sight of pale branches and dead leaves sets it off all over again. 

Shades of gray blur and morph until a horribly bright green replaces them all, the sound of birds twittering fills his ears, and the warmth of sun caresses his freezing skin. 

Laughter surrounds him as he fumbles to a stop in the forest full of so much life and light it’s painful. 

The demon glances around uncertainly before reaching shaky hands up to his ears to cover them, squeezing harshly to drown out the voices that seem so familiar and yet so foreign. 

For a moment, he thinks maybe he’s mistaken and that he was just summoned by a desperate soul seeking solace in the most perfectly horrid place. 

Just as he’s calming himself and taking his hands away from his ears, he stops abruptly after almost running into a large tree. 

He flinches back to avoid colliding into it. 

As the demon backs up slowly, he runs into something else. He turns to see an old swing hanging from one of the branches of the tree; it’s rocking back and forth slightly due to the force of him running into it. 

His hands begin to shake more than they have been since you put those wretched thoughts in his mind. 

JK takes a few unsteady steps backwards, tripping over his own feet to get away from the simple structure that’s causing so many confusing and conflicting feelings to crowd into his mind. 

Just as he’s about to turn and hurry in the opposite direction, there’s a sound cutting through the rustling leaves and singing bluebirds. 

He freezes, his blood curdling at the agonized scream that fills the forest and sucks the air from his lungs.

All at once, the green silky leaves and blue sky are ripped away and he’s back in the seventh circle. 

JK slowly turns to face the direction he came from. 

The direction where he left you to so easily be caught and tortured until you no longer had that little flame of hope he had always hated to see in you despite his desperate attempts to squash it. 

_________________________

You stare at the stone floor under you that’s illuminated with a pale red light creeping in from the crack in the corner of the cell. 

Every few seconds another ruby droplet falls from your skin and lands on the ground.

Your shoulders have long since been pulled out of place. The tops of your feet rest against the cold floor, unable to bear any weight to ease the pain in your shoulders. 

All you can do is continue to count the drips that never fail to fall in the same place, joining the ever growing puddle. 

You know they are going to come back in soon and continue where they left off. 

Please give me strength. 

You blink slowly, almost losing count of the next drop of your blood splashing into the little pool. 

The sound of the cell door flying open makes you flinch a little, but you glance in the direction of it anyway. 

You don’t see Sav or Undidis coming in to finish the job as you expected.

Your breath gets caught in your throat at the sight of JK being brought into the cell, his arms held roughly by two mangled demons that don’t even try to contain the cackles bubbling from their vile throats.  

Terror takes root in your heart when you think he’s been caught and is to be punished in front of you. Only seconds pass before you realize what it is you’re actually seeing. 

It isn’t JK. 

It’s Jungkook. 

You watch in mounting horror as they drag him to the center of the cell. 

As far as you can tell, you are no longer chained there. Instead, you are against the wall and watching as they clamp the chains onto his wrists. 

“Jungkook?” 

The name passes your lips in a breathless whisper, full of horror and confusion. 

None of them act as though they’ve heard you, or have seen you at all for that matter. How could they? You are witnessing a moment that has already come to pass. 

All you can do is stand there and stare. Your legs will not move as you tell them to, it’s like you’re frozen. 

Jungkook’s head hangs low, not looking the demons in the eye as they shriek and hurl vile profanities at him. 

A horrible scream rips itself from your throat when without warning they begin to beat and tear at him viciously. Even as you wail in desperation for them to stop, none of them react to your presence. 

You can’t even cover your eyes to avoid seeing it. 

It feels like it lasts forever until they’re finally stepping away and you can see his beaten and bruised form hanging there numbly, clothes torn and bloody cuts littering his skin. 

There isn’t a single sign of pain on his face, it’s as if he is incapable of feeling. 

The demon with bulging eyes and no nose laughs maniacally and turns to the other wretch in the room, “The fucker isn’t over the death of his little lover yet.”

Your heart rips in two.

The second demon that has mutilated moldy wings that are no more than stubs and half of its smile stitched with thick black thread, scoffs in twisted amusement, “Give him a few days and he won’t even remember her name.”

The two snort loudly to themselves before leaving the room, the cell door slamming shut behind them. 

“Jungkook,” you whimper, still stuck by the wall and at least ten feet from him.

The faraway look in his eyes as he stares at the stone floor makes your heart bleed painfully.

His dirty cheeks covered in blood and grime soon have streaks running down them as silent tears fall. 

He doesn’t move, not even when they eventually come in again and proceed to beat him without restraint. 

The sobs falling from your lips never cease as you can’t tear your eyes away from it. 

The bulging-eyed demon leans down close to where Jungkook’s head dips low, blood dripping from the prisoner’s mouth and nose. 

“What was her name again?” The voice is sneering, mocking. 

You hear his muttered reply even from where you sit by the wall. 

“____.”

-------------------

You don’t know how many times they came back, every visit bringing worse torment than the last. 

Each time, they would ask the same question. 

“What is her name?”

And each time, no matter how weak his voice became, he gave the same reply.

“____.”

------------------

The mangled demon with stubby wings lashed the whip angrily after Jungkook whispered your name for the hundredth time. 

You couldn’t bear to see the pained grimace on your best friend’s face as the thin leather strap tore into his naked skin, nor could you stand to hear the gut-wrenching cries that came from him when he was all alone in the dark cell for hours; nothing to occupy his mind but the thought of you. 

You’d screamed and pounded on the floor and thrown many fits, but he never saw you. All you could do was sit there and cry with him. 

The worst were the times when you could hear him muttering to himself in the silence, talking and laughing breathlessly about flowers and clouds and boats and sweet honey rice cakes. He would whisper about bird songs and rings and sunlight dancing on fingertips.

The stories he told to the quiet to make sure he wouldn’t ever forget you. 

-

“That’s it,” The bug-eyed demon snarled and turned to his companion to whisper something neither you nor Jungkook could hear. 

Whatever it was, it prompted the other to unchain Jungkook less than gracefully, ignoring his pained cries at the change in position. 

Then they both dragged him carelessly out of the cell. 

The next few moments flashed in front of you; the horrible images showing what it was they were doing. 

You saw Jungkook refuse to steal souls when ordered to, time and time again. You saw them drag him back to the cell and torture him until he couldn’t even scream anymore from losing his voice. 

It continued like that for nearly a hundred years. 

The time passed in a flash for you, but for Jungkook every moment felt like a millennia as they found new ways to wrench sounds of affliction from him each time he refused to do their bidding. 

__________

“We’re breaking him.”

The demon in charge of the prisoners’ under the Chamber of Souls scoffed at the lesser creature in front of him. 

“He doesn’t look broken to me.”

Jungkook kept his gaze on the floor, counting the tiny cracks running along through the ancient stone. 

He didn’t even flinch when a rough hand gripped his chin harshly and pulled to make him look up at them. 

“This girl you are so desperate to remember, tell me, what is her name?”

Jungkook blinked a few times but said nothing, his gaze cloudy and uncertain. 

Dark chuckles echoed around the cell. 

“See? I told you we-”

“Apple…”

Stunned silence fell over the dungeon at the name whispered brokenly, the screams of the other sinners fading into nothingness as the demons stood there and stared at their miserable prize.

“Get me the crank,” the general growled, “You know the one I speak of.”

Scurried footsteps faded into the hall as Jungkook lowered his gaze back to the ground.

------

The breath trickled from Jungkook’s lungs as he hung in the cell, his shoulders bruised from where they dislocated again each time he was brought back and rechained. 

He blinked slowly, watching the blood drip from him and onto the floor with a tiny splatter. 

The cell door creaked loudly but he didn’t move. 

Heavy footsteps echoed around the cell as the newcomer approached. 

Jungkook said nothing as he was unchained and dragged out of the dungeon. 

He said nothing as they brought him to a dark forest where a boy was summoning demons to make a deal with. 

He couldn’t even stand on his own, so he crumpled to the ground when they let him go. 

Jungkook stared at the young teen eagerly bundling the herbs he would soon toss into the fire. 

When asked once more if he would agree to deal with humans, with this boy, he nodded his head slowly in defeat. 

-

As they chained Jungkook back up in his cell, he stared ahead numbly, his body, mind, and will beyond the point of broken. 

The next time the demons came in and tortured him while laughing at his agony, he didn’t hold back the screams that were ripped from him. 

As Jungkook tried desperately to grasp any form of a thought in his mind, the demon general that just dealt out his torment leaned down and looked him in the eye. 

“So you’ve finally agreed to work for him, hm? This will stop then, after you answer one last question.”

Jungkook stared at him blankly, sweat and blood dripping down his face. 

“What is her name?”

The demon watched the broken young man blink a few times then look at him in exhausted confusion before whispering weakly due to the suffering endured. 

“Who?”

__________

As the ice cold cell once again surrounds you, a grief-stricken sob breaks from your lungs and you begin to weep loudly, the sound bouncing off the walls.

The excruciating pain in your body is no longer what hurts the most. Knowing everything that he went through for so long before breaking under the agony, is more painful than any physical torture they can bring upon you. 

You had asked for strength, and in seeing his torment, you got it. 

There was nothing that they could do to break you now, not if it meant you giving in would result in his eternal damnation and suffering. 

Your heart hurts so deeply you’re not sure it will ever be whole again. The only relief would be if it were to stop beating altogether.

- 

As tears of devastation drip down your sore cheeks, there’s suddenly a warmth that envelops you. 

Opening your eyes slowly, you realize you are no longer chained up, but lying on the hard floor of the cell. After a moment of staring at the cell door in confusion, you realize there’s something soft under your head. 

Turning ever so slowly, you blink up at the person sitting on the filthy ground of the dungeon whose lap you’re lying on, the entirety of them emits a warm glow. 

Your eyes are squinted from the harsh light as you back up a little and raise a hand to wipe at the tears on your face. 

When the light fades away, your gaze meets deep brown eyes flecked with gold and full of a love like no other. 

A small gasp escapes you and you instantly back away so you can bow low to the ground, forehead touching the frigid concrete.

A gentle touch on your shoulder encourages you to lift your head again. 

“I-” your voice cracks and you clear your throat before whispering again, eyes full of unshed tears, “I’m dreaming, aren’t I?”

A beautiful smile graces your visitor’s lips as He looks at you tenderly.

“No, child.”

The sound of His deep voice that resonates a soothing regalness fills your ears and the tears instantly creep over the edge and pour down your cheeks. 

You move to bow again, laying your head on the ground at His feet while you weep. 

“Come to me, ____.”

Not wasting a second, you lift your head and shuffle towards Him. There isn’t a single hesitation before you fall into His open arms, letting yourself be cradled closely. 

You bury your nose into the beige tunic He wears, breathing in the smell of wild flowers and crystal rain before another round of sobbing ensues. 

Strong hands caress the top of your head and shoulders. 

“Tell me everything,” He whispers gently, voice full of warmth and comfort. 

Even as you bawl messily, you let everything out. Everything that has happened since you crossed into Hell, every moment of fear for the one you came to save; fear that he would not choose to listen. How he left you alone after you tried to remind him of who he once was. You tell Him of all the horrible things the demons did to you and how wretched it was to see what your best friend had gone through. 

You are never interrupted, fully encouraged to say anything and everything that has weighed you down and how you feel as though all of this has been for nothing. 

When you have finally exhausted yourself and cried until no more tears will come, you feel something else. 

An agony so deep and so visceral that you feel what you have endured up till this pales in comparison. 

You lift your gaze to see tears pouring down His cheeks. 

In your mind you see all of the souls throughout Hell and on Earth that are yet to come to this vile place, the horrid grief that strikes your heart is unbearable.

You see Jungkook being beaten unforgivingly, then you see him prowling the Earth for souls to ruin, to share in his misery. The boy that was once full of so much life and kindness and love was gone, replaced with something so wicked and so full of hate that you barely recognize him. 

As you watch the souls choose to fall across the world, the sound of His ethereal voice breaks through the fog and heartbreak.

“No suffering united with Mine will ever be wasted.”

When your vision clears and you once again see the deep sadness in His eyes, you lurch forward and wrap your arms around Him; if only to try and ease the pain of loss He endures every moment. 

A gentle hand touches your torn wings and a comfort sweeps over you. No words are needed as you feel a new strength surge through you briefly before the exhaustion once again takes hold. 

You breathe shakily as you try to regain yourself, knowing that if you asked, you would be taken from here. But you will not give up.

Nagging little worries are still running through your mind though; What if JK refuses to listen and wants nothing to do with you anymore?

Despite how angry he was when he left you, there was a flicker of hope that remained deep inside, that he would come back. You’re ashamed to admit that now you’re afraid he’ll actually leave you here to rot and continue with his wretched duties.

“Do not be afraid.”

Nodding, you close your eyes and breathe in deeply. 

When you open them again, the room is empty, the sound of you blowing out your breath the only thing you hear. 

Your hands are once again chained above you, pulling your shoulders out of place slowly.

A loud clang rings out as the metal bars of the cell are flung open then the pitter pattering of bare feet is heard, nasty chuckles not far behind.  

Your limited vision is taken from you completely when slimy hands wrap a rough cloth around your eyes. 

Do not be afraid.

____________________________

JK gulps, his dry throat making it hard to swallow. 

He’s standing in the seventh circle and looking down the path he walked to get here; the path that leads back to you. 

The one that deceived him. 

You preached about being honest and yet you lied to him about the reality of who you are. Of what you are. 

Granted, if he knew at the beginning, he wouldn’t have given you so much as a second to talk before unleashing his pent up rage against your kind. 

And yet. 

Something is pulling at him, urging him to go back.

Maybe it’s the curiosity of wanting to know why you came here, why you did what you did.

Or maybe it’s something else. 

“Fuck.”

If he goes back…he will pay for it for the rest of eternity. 

…

JK closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. 

After a few moments, he opens them again and starts walking back down the path. 

_______

When he gets to the barren wasteland and sees the smaller mountain by itself in the middle of it, his stomach turns. 

It might not have been you. 

It could’ve been any sinner at the hands of his fellow demons. He’s heard many sounds of torment in his time. 

But never has one struck him as that one did. 

The demon shakes his head and starts walking again, eyes focused on the lone mountain in the distance. 

You probably won’t even be there, you must have gone to get the Flame yourself and just wanted to scare him off. That has to be it. You wanted him to leave, so that you could continue on your own and not have to live up to your end of the deal. 

The explanation makes perfect sense and he’s almost angry for a minute that he fell for it. But the pit in his stomach leads him to believe otherwise. 

-

As he walks up to the mountain, the snake vines becoming clearer with each step, something else makes him freeze. 

The echo of someone crying; horrible gut-wrenching anguish falling from their lips. 

His jaw clenches at the sound when it becomes obvious who it is.

It makes no sense to him why he’s suddenly filled with an uncontrollable rage at the thought of someone hurting you. 

JK grabs the snake wrapped around the handle of the back door you two went in and tears it off, tossing it to the ground and throwing the door open before stalking down the dark hall. 

He doesn’t stop until he gets to the Chamber of Souls, where he halts briefly when he sees the shattered glass on the floor, a stone lying haphazardly in the midst of it. The darkened souls where the glass used to be continue to float there, undisturbed. 

JK looks around but sees no one. The only other indication that something happened here is the ghostly feeling of past terror still clinging to the air. 

He turns his head and sees the alcove. Without hesitation, the demon walks over to it and yanks it open, proceeding to walk down the stairs and into the thick blackness. 

The high-pitched screams coming from each cell are enough to disorient anyone, but JK continues to walk down the hall, unfazed. 

He only stops when someone going the opposite direction runs into him and stumbles back in surprise. JK raises a brow, having not moved a centimeter at the collision. 

The short beady-eyed demon in front of him- whose name escaped JK for a moment but he quickly remembers it as Ekel- snarls to cover up his startlement, “Aren’t you meant to be getting punished for not meeting the quota?”

“Where is she?”

Ekel cackles, but it’s drowned out by the tortured howls around them. 

“Are you serious? You’re the one that sent her here and now you’re here to rescue her? I wonder what the punishment is for a demon letting an angel go,” he muses in wicked delight at the thought. 

The black-haired demon leans down to get level with him, snatching his wrist so fast Ekel doesn’t have a moment to think and squeezing it until there’s the sound of bones cracking and the miserable twerp is squealing. 

JK drags him closer, not letting up on the grip he has as he whispers in his ear, “I wonder what I’ll do to you when I catch you again with plenty of time on my hands. You do know the ranks here, don’t you?”

He gets no response but silence, so he keeps going. 

“I will wrench every single cry out of you that I can and I will not stop until you are unrecognizable to even yourself. Tell me where she is.”

Ekel gulps, then cries out again when JK pinches his wrist harder, “She’s at the end of the hall! But I- I didn’t do anything to her, it was Sav and Undidis, who don’t do well with their prizes being messed with. Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he spits.

JK narrows his eyes at the lower demon, “Spread this to anyone and I will rip you to shreds. Do you understand?”

Ekel nods, then growls in pain when his wrist is freed. 

Before he can move to get away, JK stops him with a warning grip on the arm, “And if you do happen to blab, be sure to tell Sav that if he ever shows up in front of me, he will wish he never came to exist.”

When he’s released, Ekel doesn’t hesitate to run away down the corridor, getting as far from his superior as he can.

JK straightens and stalks down to the end of the hall. 

To the left, the cell is empty. 

When he turns to the right, it feels like a rock is lodged into his throat at the sight that meets him. 

He brushes a hand over the giant padlock and it clatters to the ground in several pieces, then he pushes the barred door open, the loud squeak echoing off the walls. 

You don’t flinch at the sound. 

As he steps into the cell, the putrid smell of every second of torture dealt throughout time here hits his nose and he grimaces. The metallic scent of blood is thick in the air. 

The closer he gets to your form hanging in the middle of the cell, he realizes that you are not conscious. 

His eyes drag over you slowly, taking in the horror you’ve been put through since he left you. Since he delivered you right into their eager hands.

The simple white dress you wore when first coming here is in shreds; your body is practically naked and covered in deep gashes from all sorts of cruel instruments. There’s a ratty brown piece of cloth tied over your eyes as a makeshift blindfold to keep you from seeing what was coming next, to heighten the sense of pain when your vision was impaired. 

Your wrists are chained above you; keeping you high enough so that your feet touch the floor but are unable to hold any weight, especially since the untold violence wrought on you has left you incapable of doing anything but hanging in defeat as your shoulders are pulled out of place from the pressure. 

The dainty wings on your back that were once white are now covered in bright red blood and torn through in several places. The bottom half of your left wing is missing entirely.

JK reaches a hand out to carefully brush the hair from your dirty face. 

“Apple,” he whispers, unsure what else to call you. 

You don’t respond. 

The demon swallows thickly, then he moves a hand behind your head to untie the blindfold. It falls to the floor and he’s met with the bruises and cuts littered along your cheeks and dark circles coated in flakey blood under your eyes. He puts an arm around your waist, holding you against him, then reaches up to touch the rusted cuffs holding you captive. They turn to dust instantly, the weight of your limp body is immediately supported by his hold as you let out a quiet moan at the pain in your shoulders from changing positions. 

He lowers you to the ground slowly, lying you on your right side as gently as he can. 

The minute he has you safely on the floor, JK brings his hand down to your ankles and rids you of the shackles there before reaching behind you and doing the same to the iron binds around your mutilated wings. 

He grimaces at the sight of blood still oozing from the left wing that was cut in half. Then he forces himself not to linger on all the injuries across your once soft skin as he looks back at your face. 

You’ve made no indication that you know it’s him or that anyone is with you at all. 

JK leans over and moves the hair from your face, voice getting caught in his throat before he clears it and tries again. 

“Apple.”

Your face scrunches a little in pain, then you slowly blink your eyes open to see a blurry face in front of you. 

He hushes you quietly when you flinch and close your eyes, “It’s me. I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.”

You don’t open your eyes but he sees a small tear slide down your cheek.

“Demons don’t make promises,” the soft whisper of your voice breaks, “Only deals.”

His eyes drift over your bloody face, the silence following your words is deafening.

After a moment, he takes a shaky breath in and blows it out. 

“They won’t be gone long, I need to get you out of here.”

At your lack of response he gently touches your cheek, only to find that you’ve lost consciousness again. 

JK sighs softly, then he places a hand on each of your shoulders where the skin is discolored. At his touch, the distorted joints move back into place, but the bruising doesn’t go away. He leans back to pull the silk top shirt off of himself, leaving only the short sleeved one on. He ever so gently drapes the smooth black fabric over your front, protecting the sake of your modesty best as he can.

Then he puts his arms underneath you and stands, effortlessly picking you up and cradling you in his hold before turning and walking out of the prison cell. 

He walks all the way down the hall and up the stairs without stopping. 

Your wings hang loosely as he goes, still bleeding. They leave a trail of splattered scarlet drops behind the two of you. 

When he steps out of the mountain and into the red light, he sees your eyes scrunch unconsciously due to the lack of anything other than darkness for a while. You move your head to the side a little to hide in his chest and block the painful brightness.

He adjusts you in his arms before starting on the long trek ahead. 

___________________

You walked along the ancient stone pavement that curved around a particularly puffy cloud. When you rounded the cloud, you could see marble pavilions covered in green ivy and ivory flowers just ahead. 

“Well if it isn’t the newest treasure! Hi ____!”

“Oh, hello Leon!” You smiled and waved at the angel that flew up to you excitedly. You had met him shortly after arriving and he was as friendly as could be. 

“Where are you off to?” 

“Imelda has called me to speak with them.”

Leon smiled comfortingly, “This is about Jungkook, isn’t it?”

“I’m guessing so,” you whispered, a little on edge to find out what exactly happened after your death. It hadn’t even been a day since you arrived, which meant it had still only been three days after your death on Earth.

The angel patted your shoulder, changing the subject a bit to calm you. 

“You’d get there faster if you flew!”

You laughed nervously and glanced back at the slender wings resting behind you that matched his own apart from his being larger. 

As a child, you always dreamt of flying with the clouds and the birds. It suddenly seemed a bit daunting, especially seeing all the other angels flying to and fro with an elegance and grace unmatched. The one time you tried earlier you had crashed right into one of the honeysuckle bushes and had to get help from a passing angel to get out.

Thankfully they were the only one to see you. It also helped a bit that angels are not like people and have no reason to mock.

Leon could tell by the look on your face what you were thinking. 

“____.”

You looked back at him. 

“Imelda would not have asked you to make the choice if you were not meant to. You belong here, you know that right?”

A genuine smile broke out on your face and you nodded. 

As worried as you were about messing up, there was never a place you felt more at home. There was no doubt in your mind or heart that this place was where you would always belong. You couldn’t wait to share it with your best friend.

“Good!” The pretty angel giggled and patted you on the head sweetly, “I’ll see you around! You’ve got this.”

You waved as he flew away; looking completely natural among the clouds lined with a slight hint of silver and gold. 

Of course, Leon had been an angel since the beginning, he could never look out of place. 

-

You walked up the steps to the third pavilion to see your guardian angel Imelda, who had told you her name shortly after you came through the gates. She was speaking with Him. 

Imelda was sitting on one of the many pillows strewn across the shimmering floor, adorned in her usual delicately armored gown, the sword safe at her side. 

He sat on one of the rose gold benches lined with small white flowers, your guardian angel at His feet. Golden and purple robes flowed around Him, white hair and a white beard making His striking violet eyes flecked with silver stand out even more than usual.

Bringing yourself to a low genuflect, you bowed your head respectfully. 

When you straightened, you were met with smiling eyes that held an ancient wisdom and a wonderful warmth filled you to the brim. 

“____.”

You inclined your head again.

“We have much to discuss, I am afraid it is not positive in nature.” His voice was deep, the oceans couldn't even dream to compare.  

You nodded, already having assumed as much. 

He gestured a hand out for you to take a seat amongst the pillows so that you would be comfortable rather than standing for long. 

Quickly you moved to a plush pink pillow, a little too quickly you realized, when it slid a bit with you on it and a small yelp left your lips in surprise. 

Fond chuckles floated from the two you came to meet and you felt your cheeks burn. It was nice to make someone laugh when they were not harboring any malicious intent towards you.

The air turned serious soon after, the news that was to be shared hanging in the air. 

“It’s about Jungkook…?” You whispered. 

“Yes.”

You closed your eyes and gulped, “He’s taken my death even worse than I thought…hasn’t he?”

The silence that stretched on made a pit form in your stomach before you glanced up to look at them. Of course, you couldn’t be happier after death, you would never ever want to go back to that place, as beautiful as Earth was on its own, it couldn’t compare. You knew though, that poor Jungkook would not be feeling the same right then.

He was opening His mouth to speak when there was a horrible sound of sobbing that ripped through the air. 

A sound of such anguish was not normal here, it made the hairs stand up on your arms as you looked around to locate the source. 

It was coming from an angel, a guardian by the look of his baby blue wings and tunic. All of the guardians and the unborn children were a different color. The other angels, including you, were white; apart from a select few. 

But why was this guardian angel crying?

“Abba!”

The angel boy flew into the pavilion and landed with a harsh crash to the marble floor at His feet. 

“Nehemiah.”

You watched in confusion and a deep sadness as the angel who He called by name began to sob harder and clutch at His robes while sobbing into His knee. It looked like a child weeping on their parent’s lap after waking from a night terror. 

Nehemiah looked no older than fifteen; his chin-length wavy blonde hair contributing to making him look quite youthful despite all the ages of the universe he had witnessed thus far.

“Abba! I- I lost him!” Nehemiah choked on another sob, his pretty face covered in shiny tears and pale cheeks unnaturally blotchy as he hugged His knee. 

You looked at Imelda, who was holding back tears of her own as she watched Him comfort the weeping angel. 

“You did well, Nehemiah. You did well.”

You could hear His deep soothing voice through the fog of horror beginning to cloud your mind. 

When Imelda looked at you, you could see it in her eyes.

You stood, chest rising and falling in short panicky breaths. 

Nehemiah turned at the movement and saw you, a quick flash of recognition in his eyes, then he quickly broke down into more gut-wrenching sobs. You had never, never in all your life on Earth, heard the sound of such heartbreak. 

Your eyes drifted to Him and you saw a tear falling down His soft cheek. 

“No,” you mumbled, shaking your head slowly, “No.”

It was a desperate plea for them to tell you that it was not what you feared. 

You died. You were always meant to be the one that died too young. Jungkook was alive. He was down there and needed you to go soothe him, that’s all. That’s why they brought you here, to tell you he was in need of comfort and that you could give it to him.

But when you looked at the blue angel once again, you knew it wasn’t true. 

If everything was okay, he would not be here without him…

You walked over and fell to your knees, wrapping your arms around Jungkook’s guardian angel and holding him tight. He was shaking like a leaf as he hugged you back just as tight, “I’m so sorry,” he sobbed mournfully. 

You stroked his hair softly with shaking hands, silent tears falling down your face. 

-

“What do you mean, he made a deal?” 

Your voice was quiet, eyes red and tender from crying. 

Imelda was the only one still with you in the pavilion.

“In exchange for your health, Jungkook summoned a demon…he was visited by Lucifer himself.”

You knew of who she spoke. 

After coming here, everything became clear. The history of the angels and demons, of the universe itself; it all became known to you. 

“When?” Your voice broke in disbelief. You knew nothing of this summoning or this deal making that he had done. 

Then it suddenly hit you. 

“The Flame of Immortality…he wanted it,” you whispered in horror, “When he left after we were married. That’s where he went, isn’t it?”

Imelda nodded solemnly, “That is what he left for, it is not what he got.”

“But- but how? Why was it allowed to happen, why-”

“Nehemiah did the best he could,” Imelda’s voice was thick with grief, “His first choice was to love Jungkook, as mine was to love you. He spent Jungkook’s entire existence protecting him and comforting him, even during the deal. He urged Jungkook not to do it, but he was not heeded. There was only so much he could do when Jungkook had a choice.”

Tears fell down your cheeks. 

“Why didn’t he come to me?” You choked on your next breath, a hand moving to your chest in an effort to keep the air going in and out, “Why didn’t he come to me and tell me everything?”

“If he had…there was certainly something we would’ve been able to do. If he wanted help, we would have freely given even more of it than we already were. Jungkook was too far into despair and wanted what seemed to be the easy answer, he didn’t want to listen to Nehemiah’s warnings. He gave his life for you, but not in the way it should’ve ever been. Nehemiah stood by him, though, even in his last moments.” 

“Where is he?” Your voice shook.

“Jungkook died three days after you. He has been taken to Hell to uphold his end of the bargain.”

You closed your eyes slowly, hands trembling. 

“How do we get him back?” You choked out.

When she said nothing, you looked at her.

“Imelda, please. I know nothing is impossible for Him. Tell me how we can save Jungkook.”

“We can do nothing right now-”

“But-”

“Jungkook made a choice, he made a deal. But he was tricked into it without much knowledge and in the desire to do good for someone he loved. Lucifer cannot win when love and self-sacrifice is involved. He wants nothing to do with it.”

Your guardian angel took your hands and pulled you up from the pillow you were still sitting on. 

“For that reason alone, the deal can be revoked. But it comes at the highest price and only at a certain time.”

“When? When can I save him? I will go now,” you began to cry harder, “I will go and I will take him from there, please tell me how Imelda.”

Her green eyes glistened with tears. 

“The deal can only be broken for a condemned soul every five hundred years.”

You felt your heart stop in your chest and you choked back a sob.

“He made a deal with the Devil, ____. A deal that would have sealed his eternal damnation had it been for his own selfishness. We are lucky he made it out of unconditional love for you, we are lucky that we can save him.”

You nodded, wiping at your eyes frantically to clear them of the never-ending deluge. 

“Then when the time comes, I will go to Hell and I will save him,” your voice shook, “What is the price? Whatever it is, I will pay it. I’m not afraid.”

A single tear fell from Imelda’s eye as she looked down at you, a hidden pain in her gaze. 

“The same price that Jungkook paid,” she whispered, “A life for a life.”

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[nataliasquote]

Any chance you’d be willing to give us a sneak peek of the dtt angsty piece 👀

I wasn’t going to, but I’ve done everything else so it’s only fair tbh… it’s kinda long, but I couldn’t think of a good place to cut it.

Also ‼️trigger warning‼️ for ED and negative body image and thoughts ‼️

-⧗-

“Straighten the back of your knee as you développé, I don’t want to see any sloppy legs!” Yelena was barking out corrections as she circled the class, occasionally stepping in to correct a foot placement or turnout. Y/n tightened her core and focused on keeping her leg steady as she straightened it out by her shoulder, the muscles in her hips burning.

“Tuck your stomachs in girls, you shouldn’t be arched like that,” Yelena called, surveying the room from her spot back at the front. The rest of the barre exercise was fairly straightforward but Y/n was struggling to apply all of her corrections and maintain focus at her new place at the barre.

Usually she danced further towards the middle, but Yelena had switched things up, meaning she and a few other girls were now on the front row. And being on the front row meant having direct access to the mirror. Helpful for corrections, but not for self esteem.

She’d worn leotards ever since she was 4, having taken one off the stand in the dance studio foyer and gone running over to Natasha to show her. She loved the soft pink colour and even the baby blue as she progressed through the stages. But now, at 13, she was allowed to wear whatever black leotard she liked.

The neutral colour didn’t bother her, neither did the way it made her look as her body developed. But the changing rooms after class were rife with gossip and chatter and the older girls in her class were heavily body conscious. Complaining about how they wished their stomachs were flatter, how they hated the look of their thighs in their tights, they spent ages in the mirror picking apart every little detail about their body.

Y/n had never really given her body much thought before, but she looked up to those who were a few years older and their words resonated heavily with her. Maybe she wasn’t the right shape for a ballet dancer after all. All the primas she’d seen were thin and muscular, not sporting a body like hers.

Not that there was anything wrong with the way she looked. She wasn’t overweight and dancing kept her toned, but suddenly that image in the mirror had warped like a carnival trick mirror. Tears sprung to her eyes as she snaked an arm around her waist and pulled a hoodie over her leotard, tugging sweatpants up over her thighs to conceal everything.

Y/n sat on the soft leather chairs waiting for her Mama to finish her final class. Her legs bounced restlessly and she could not get that image out of her head. Why did no one say anything? Letting her walk around the studio looking like that. Did the other girls feel better when she was around, knowing they at least looked better than the studio owner’s daughter. Her stomach churned and a sour taste crawled across her tongue.

Natasha came into view ten minutes later, keys jangling in her hand as she finished locking all the studio doors. She greeted her daughter with a hug, always loving holding her girls, and lead her out to the car to go home. Y/n was quiet on the ride back, but Natasha just put that down to tiredness, turning the radio up a little more to fill the silence. The teenager rested her chin on her hand and stared out of the window, lost in her mind.

Wanda had cooked dinner in time for their arrival, plates of steaming rice and juicy looking chicken making Natasha’s mouth water. Isla came down in her pyjamas, having just showered after track practice.

“How was your day, Isl’s?” Natasha asked her eldest, scooping a large portion of rice onto her plate. She handed the spoon to Y/n who did the same, but with a portion half the size.

“It was good,” the teenager replied around bites of chicken. “Coach said if we qualify for the state meet then she’ll take us to Denny’s for breakfast.”

“She spoils you girls,” Wanda piped in, although the promise of a Denny’s breakfast would entice her just the same. “When is the qualifier?”

“Three weeks, I think. And Cassie should be back from Italy by then so we’ve got a strong team.”

“Can we watch? Or is it a school only thing?”

Isla hesitated, trying to stop her rice from falling off her spoon. “I think you can watch state, but not the qualifiers. But I’ll find out more information tomorrow.”

“That sounds really good!” Natasha praised, and Wanda nodded too. But she was more focused on the girl across the table from her who was pushing her rice around her plate with a distant look in her eyes.

“Are you ok, Y/n?” She asked gently, not wanting to startle the young girl. But she still jumped, cheeks flushing red as she met all the pairs of eyes staring back at her. A fake smile plastered itself onto her lips a little too quickly and Natasha frowned.

“Yeah, I’m just tired,” she explained. “Yelena worked us hard today.”

“Then eat up, you need that to boost your energy,” Natasha added, nudging her daughter with her foot. “Especially the chicken.”

Y/n hesitantly looked down at her plate. She’d managed to shred her chicken piece without actually eating anything except a spoonful of rice. “May I just be excused? I just want to go to bed.”

Wanda turned to look at the clock on the kitchen wall. It was only 8:30pm. “Are you sure you’re okay, honey?” Everyone had stopped eating except Isla, who had decided the chicken was far too tasty to let get cold. “Are you sick?”

“No, I’m just tired. May I please be excused?”

Natasha and Wanda shared a look before giving in, allowing her to leave the table with a nod. Y/n scraped her chair back across the tiles and trudged upstairs, leaving her plate abandoned on the table. Natasha eyed it warily, her brows furrowing.

Upstairs, Y/n had peeled off her clothes to take a shower but caught sight of her reflection in the bathroom mirror. As the water ran down the shower drain, she pulled and pinched at the skin on her stomach and arms, brows creasing as she studied her reflection in disgust. The older girls’ words echoed around her head and somehow the image in the mirror became blurry.

As the burning water descended onto her skin, Y/n prayed that the noise of the shower was enough to drown out her sobs as she collapsed against the tiled wall, hands covering her face in a desperate attempt to muffle her cries. She didn’t even bother to focus on washing all the shampoo out of her hair, only praying that she’d stood under the waterfall for long enough.

The mirror got none of her attention as she got dressed and roughly towel dried her hair. She didn’t even want to glance at her body, too scared of what she’d see. With damp hair and long pyjamas, Y/n crawled under her covers and flicked off the light, succumbing to the darkness that enveloped her like a blanket, allowing her thoughts to fully take over.

Downstairs, Isla was helping with the dishes, scrubbing hard at the plates as Wanda dried them off. The older woman observed her daughter for a moment before speaking, feeling Natasha’s eyes on her as she did so.

“Did you see Y/n much today?” Wanda asked, wiping the bubbles from a glass Isla had handed her. The teenager shrugged, her mind far away from how much time she’d spent with her sister that day.

“I guess? We had classes together but I was with the track girls at lunch so…” She trailed off, offering her mom a small smile in return for her lack of information.

“Did she seem okay, though?”

Isla paused, washing the final plate in the stack as she recalled her entire day. Which was a lot, for a 13 year old with a busy schedule and popularity. “She seemed fine, in math we were laughing and got in trouble. But as I said, I didn’t see her much before Mama came to pick her up for dance.”

[thomasisaslut]

Severus Snape x F!Reader

Oral (F) — KTober

Word Count: 1.1k

Includes: Oral, Edging, Orgasm Denial/Orgasm Control, Desk Sex, Cum Eating.

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50769286

On Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1389373905-𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑-𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥-𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐬-𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞-𝐱-𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

You slide in the key to Severus’ private office—he gave it to you when you first started dating—finally after some jangling around you push open the door to find him grading assignments at his desk.

“Sev?” You call out, his dark eyes glance from the assignments to meet your own.

“Sweet thing?” He sounds a bit shocked, just now fully registering who is standing before him.

Severus stands from his desk and walks over, cupping your cheeks with a worried look on his face.

“What is wrong, my love?”

A hint of confusion crosses your features before a small smirk forms across your lips.

“I just… I’ve missed you so much, you’re always working and I only can ever see you at night when we have to sleep.”

His eyebrow raises. “So this is not an emergency?”

You frown. “Severus.”

He chuckles before bringing your lips into a soft, delicate kiss—the passion still lively in the connection.

“I’m only joking, darling.” Severus hooks his hands under your thighs then lifts you up.

He places you on his desk—the papers scatter across the floor, shocking you—he never didn’t care about his work.

“Sev?”

Without another word he kneels before you, tugging you to the edge of the desk—your thighs completely dangling off before they are situated on Severus’ shoulders.

His hand creeps up your thighs, making you shiver. His fingers find your panties before he slides them down, his eyes brighten at the sight of you wet cunt.

Severus smirks up at you before licking a stride up your pussy, his nose hitting your clit before his tongue enters as far as it can.

“Oh, Sev…” You moan, your legs instinctively wrapping around his head and tugging him closer.

You can feel his smirk grow against your core, he brings his right hand up and inserts a singular finger before gently thrusting it inside of you. His tongue moves up to your clit, now sucking and grazing his teeth over the sensitive bud.

Severus’ left hand comes up to your shirt, sliding it under the cloth before reaching your bra, he motions you closer by tapping on your spine. You instantly follow his order, by moving his finger is dug deeper into your cunt.

Soon enough your bra is unclasped, his index and middle finger instantly latch onto your left tits nipple before pinching and toying with it, at the same time he slides in a secondary finger into you.

You whimper, the stimulation was beyond pleasurable—especially since the two of you have not had sex in well over a month. Not only that but the fact that his entire focus is on pleasuring you… the feeling brings you over the edge.

His head dips back for a second. “I love you, sweetling. I’m so sorry I haven’t been able to give you what you need as of late…” Severus states as he kisses your inner thigh, in the process he thrusts a third finger into you. “Because of this… I will make you cum with just my mouth.”

“But you’re fingering me?”

“I can’t have you totally unprepared for later.” He smirks, a small giggle is drawn from your throat.

“Now, may I continue?” He looks up at you, his dark brown eyes softening at the mere sight of your flushed face.

You nod.

Severus connects his lips to your clit again, his fingers slide out of you causing you to whine—not only that but the hand that was once teasing your hardened nipples withdraws.

“Severus…” You pout but before you can get another word out he moves his hands to your inner thighs and spreads them apart further—revealing your dripping core to him like a dinner meal.

Instantly his lips find you, his tongue dancing along your pussy. Your moans echo in the confined space of his office, luckily, you casted a silencing spell before this.

“Sev… oh! Fuck, I love you… s-so much!” You shout, your own release close.

You can feel it building and building as he continues to suck and lick, his movements don’t stop for a second. That was, until he stopped right before you came.

Your head that was once thrown back slowly lifts to see his lustful gaze.

“I never said when you were going to cum, darling.”

If you could hate and love something at the same time it would be this moment.

“You’re the fucking wor-“

His tongue enters your folds again, his nose rubbing against your clit as he begins to eat you out.

Severus feels as your cunt clenches around his tongue, instantly he stops.

“Severus Tobia-“ Before you can state his full name his mouth begins to suck on your clit again.

“Beg.” He says in between breaths, his tongue rubbing your sensitive spot.

You moan. “I need to.. to cum! Please allow me, Sev! I need to so badly! Please!”

He nods, his beautiful hooked nose brushes against your clit before he licks one more stride—in that moment your orgasm squirts all over his face and mouth. You watch as he licks it up.

“Can you do it again for me, my love?”

You nod frantically, eager for another release.

He smirks and gently pinches your clit before going back to eating you out, his tongue not slowing for a moment as he spreads your thighs again. Severus’ nose brushes your overly sensitive nub again, the feeling is too much for you to handle but he keeps going—you don’t dare to stop him as he pleasures you.

“M’ close gain’…” You shout between moans.

Severus only nods as he continues, instead of sticking to his previous rules he slides two fingers into your tight core before sucking and gently nicking your clit. He begins a scissoring motion as he continues to lick you.

“Severus!” You whimper, your hands find his dark locks and you hold on tightly as you almost reach your next orgasm. “So.. so close..!” You moan loudly.

Clenching around his fingers as you cum has never felt better, after your second release he cleans you again with his mouth before withdrawing his two slick fingers.

Severus leans up and kisses your temple gently.

“Was I too rough?”

“You’re never too rough with me, Sev.” You reassure him with a smile, still in a post-fuck haze.

He smirks and connects your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue managing to slither into your mouth—meeting your own.

“So you can go a round with my cock?”

“I can go multiple.”

And with those four words he flips you over and begins his dessert.

[sae-rins]

His Genuine Behaviour

Itoshi Sae x reader

genre : angst . 708 words

Itoshi sae gets mad at you for trying to talk to him while he's overwhelmed. Mad. Because he lost a game.

You were watching a football match on television that your lover, Itoshi Sae, was participating in. Defeated.

You were aware that you would be met with his frankness, which you loathe to the core, as soon as he got home.

Although you've become used to it and are fully aware that's just simply how he behaves—I mean, he does it constantly, right? 

You thought so.

Everytime he does it, it gets you unhappy, but this time he wouldn't go to far, right?

You were expecting him to be home soon, and you knew that if you said something wrong. It will make him furious. You had to put yourself together once he gets home, and comfort him so he feels better.

While you were still pondering, the sound of keys jangling at your door interrupted you.

I'm home. said at a cold tone.

Welcome home, Sae! I watched your match and you did great as always!

Like always, you welcomed him with warmth, so it wasn't clear that something bothered you. With all the worrying about what might happen, your heart was already aching.

Shut up. You're wrong. I didn't do "great", I let the ball slip and it got stolen by our rival. Stop acting like you know anything about this shit. So keep your mouth shut...things would be way better if you did.

He raised his voice. 

Even though this occurs frequently, you were still frightened. As you anticipated, he chose to step over the line this time. You were distressed and only attempting to console him when you started to wonder what went wrong. You merely just wanted to assist. You weren't even aware that your grimaced face was streaming with tears. You just stayed silent cause you knew if you let out another word, things will go down. He didn't even bother to look at your pitiful face. He just went to the room pretending as if nothing happened.

And there you are, resting on the uncomfortable couch crying and distressing. He may be soundly dozing off on the comfortable bed you previously shared with him, he's not even aware of what just occured, or was he? You questioned whether he truly cared about you, whether he was considering what just happened, and whether he was indeed just dozing off. Does he even cry as much as you do? With countless thoughts racing through your head, you hoped your thoughts were true. Because if he genuinely done such things, it would indicate that he really cared.

You felt on edge, your eyes grew swollen, your heart ached, and your rage rose at the mere thought of all of things. Even though you were furious with him or experiencing other negative feelings in response to what had happened, you knew you would still end up forgiving him if he apologized and made a change. Although you are deeply in love with the man, you have often questioned if he feels the same way about you. Your eyes were sore and swollen from crying that you fell asleep.

You woke up, He was clutching you closely when you awoke with a heavy weight lying over you. You shifted to look at him; he had closed eyes, red, sore eyes, and possibly damp skin from grieving. You combed through his hair that was clinging to his face from tears and moisture. Now that you were facing him, you nearly forgot about what had just happened as you admired his beauty.

He spoke in a groggy manner after gently opening his eyes.

(Y/n), I apologize for what I have said earlier; I should have controlled my emotions. I'm very sorry, but I was too upset earlier. You are free to leave me if you feel that I have crossed over the line this time.

You commented

I absolutely understand what you're saying, Sae ; that's just the way you are. You did go too far, but it's okay, Sae, I'll always be forgiving. Sae, I adore you, and I would never abandon you. You have my undying love.

Can we share a bed to sleep? I want to sleep with you because it is so cramped in here. Without you, the bed feels incredibly empty.

I see, sure!!

you smiled softly

His sigh of relief came as a reply, also smiling same as you are.

END.......

I'm so so so sorry about my bad writing! It is my first time after all! But I hope you guys enjoyed this! Thank you (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠)

I haven't proofread this so, PLEASE CORRECT ME IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES!!

[oftenwantedafton]

The Perfect Girl - Dave Miller/William Afton x Female Reader

Chapter 9

Rating - Explicit

Warnings - restraints, captivity, sexual content, blood and violence

Also available on AO3

William Afton is gone again when you wake up.

You sit up in bed and move the covers aside, swinging your legs around slowly, the chain that’s tethering you to the floor in the center of the room jangling.

You’re sore.

It’s a feeling in your core. Stretched. Battered. Aching. You’d given yourself to your captor. You can’t even begin to explain the reason. You’d just…you’d needed him. The physical contact. The alternative has been torture. Making the confined existence even more unbearable than it already is.

You don’t even conceal your moan of relief when the security guard returns.

Dressed in what he’d brought with him in that duffel bag last night. Jeans. Long sleeve shirt. His lanky form striding towards you, pharmacy bag in hand, the others he’s brought placed on the kitchen counter. The bottle of purified water withdrawn has clearly come from a refrigerated case. His fingers leave behind prints in the condensation on the sides. The plastic cover snaps as he loosens it and takes a drink. Stray bits of water trickle down his throat and sink into his shirt.

He’s beside the bed now, in front of you. Looking down. Your face tipped up. Another object removed from the bag. A small box with a blister package inside. He shoves the small white round pill through the card and the bubble crackles in defeat. “Open your mouth.”

You can’t tell what kind of mood he’s in. He doesn’t sound angry anymore, but he’s not being overly friendly, either. “What is it?”

He sighs and frowns. You’re testing his patience already. “What do you think it is? Morning after pill. And you’ll be starting birth control after this. No more back talk. Open.”

Oh. You hadn’t even…but of course he had. Afton always plans for everything. Nearly everything. No prescription needed, although you think that would hardly have been a barrier for him even if it was.

Your lips part and he pushes the tablet onto your tongue. The threaded end of the water bottle now sits against your bottom lip. This would be so much easier to direct yourself, but of course he doesn’t want that. He has to be in control, even for the simplest of tasks. You try your best to secure the end with your lips. The bottle inclines. Chill water spills into your mouth and you jerk your head back to swallow. The pill slips down your throat easily.

You let him see your tongue is clear. His fingers sink into your hair and he bends to thrust his own against yours. You moan at the contact. The reward is brief. His mouth abruptly tears from yours again. He’s still upset at your previous betrayal, but not as much as he had been.

The dark haired man reveals the other things he’s brought with him. A waterproof electric razor. Fresh groceries. A pair of styrofoam containers that smell amazing. You find your stomach growling, eager for breakfast for the first time in a long while.

You sit at the kitchen table. Together. How long it had been since you’d done this. Such a simple act of companionship that you’d missed. One of the oldest human traditions. Breaking bread together. The containers are filled with good things. Omelettes with roasted vegetables and cheese and sausages and hash browns and toast. Orange pekoe tea with a generous heap of sugar and orange juice to drink. William watches you devour everything, his own consumption just as thorough but much less hurried.

“You need to eat better.”

As if you’ve had any real control over that in the confines of this room. You want to respond to that statement but you hold your tongue and nod instead. You can’t deny you’ve barely been picking at the offerings in the pantry and refrigerator since the night you’d tried to escape and he’d been punishing you with lack of contact.

“Are you ready for your shower?”

Another nod. The older man clears the table before kneeling at your feet. The metal unclasps from your ankle. You stand and he helps you pull your pajama pants and panties down and slips them over your feet. Bound once more. He rises and you pull your top over your head.

His eyes flick to the dressing on your groin. “I’ll check this after you’re finished.” His voice is calm as a calloused thumb brushes your skin near the injury but you see his eyes darkening with desire.

You take your time in the shower. Lather thoroughly. Your sex is tender inside and out. Use the new electric razor to make your skin smooth again. Watch the shampoo suds foam around the drain before they eventually dissipate. You wrap yourself in a towel and exit the bathroom.

William’s gathered the soiled bedding and laundry from last night. It had always felt a little awkward having him wash your clothing, especially when you had your period, but he’s never once complained about it. Everything is always returned spotless, like new.

You sit on the edge of the bed. He’s on his knees at your side once again. Probing the Tegaderm shielded gauze, determining it’s survived the deluge of water and is satisfactory for now. The hand cupping your calf and shin as he unbinds you shifts a little, subtly appreciating the frictionless texture. Not a full caress, but the hint of one. Baby steps. Slowly working his way through his forgiveness, perhaps.

You’ve chosen to wear a short lilac dress and the bra and panties that are a shade darker. You know it’s one of his favorite outfits. The one you’d worn on your first walk around the mall for exercise during your late night excursion. You wonder how long it’s been.

“What’s the date?” You voice is dry. You haven’t spoken in awhile.

“September twenty sixth.”

You try to stifle a gasp. You really have lost track of time. Summer ended. College has already begun. You want to ask more but you’re reluctant to, unsure of how he’ll respond. Instead you allow your captor to secure you to your restraint once more. Things gathered. A final indiscernible look before he leaves. The temporary contentment over the meal and his brief companionship fade.

You’re alone in your room once again.

***

William settles into the swivel chair in the security office of his hidden pizzeria and his eyes focus on the center, newer monitors. The ones focused on your living space.

You’re reading tonight. The listless wandering and aimless staring from the past couple of months have finally ceased. He eases back and rotates the seat slightly to the right and then left, a gentle rocking motion. Considering if he’ll visit you again tonight now that a week has passed, or if he’ll make you wait a bit longer, until you’re hungry and desperate for his touch once more.

He checks his watch. The mall will be closing soon. His eyelids are heavy. He’s very behind on sleep. He really should just go back to his house and get some proper rest. He’s scheduled for first shift tomorrow.

Movement on one of the other cameras.

Suddenly alert, the chair creaks as he leans forward. There, near the dining room. Two prowlers. His fingers close over the handle of the knife resting on the desk. Time to go welcome his uninvited guests.

***

The sound of the voices —both male, young, maybe near your own age—reaches William long before he enters the arcade area they’re currently exploring. It’s been awhile since he’d had intruders.

He’d nearly slipped back into the yellow rabbit animatronic suit to greet these invaders properly, finally deciding that it wasn’t quite worth the risk of allowing them more time to explore. Another evening, then. Maybe you’d enjoy meeting the mascot. A twitch of interest south of the border. Intimacy with you while in the suit. That is definitely an idea with merit he’ll need to revisit later.

The guard refocuses his attention on the task at hand. The pair has now broken off from each other. One is near the row of pinball machines, the other not far from the ball pit. He opts for the latter first, fingers curling around the young man’s mouth to stifle the sound of the blade slipping between his ribs. Another gouge carved as he drags the struggling body backwards into the shadows. Another. The blade easily parts the skin.

His companion seems to have realized something is amiss. Frowning and searching, calling his friend’s name. Moving warily into the doorway leading to the next room.

Afton rounds the corner and the knife sinks deep into the startled youth’s abdomen. A choking yelp of pain as he shoves at the attacker and his sneakers squeak as he skids to reverse direction on the checkerboard patterned floor. The older man easily catches up with him, exhilarated by the recent kill, adrenaline flowing, fatigue forgotten. He pushes him down, raising the knife again and again before plunging down. His chest heaves, his eyes fever bright. Blood saturates his clothing, stippling his hands and cheeks. He licks his lips and tastes the metallic fluid. It’s been so long.

He wipes the knife off the cleanest spot he can find on the victim’s blood spattered clothing and rises to his feet. Time to dispose of the bodies. Make the evidence of his grim crimes disappear.

He’s very, very good at that.

***

Your head lifts as the door to your room slides open and then seals shut behind your visitor.

William walks briskly into the room and you gasp immediately, the book on your lap tumbling to the floor as you stand. “William, my God, what happened?” He’s covered in blood, quite literally head to toe.

“I’m fine,” he reassures you.

“But, you’re hurt…”

“It’s not my blood.”

Your stomach lurches. “Whose is it?”

He shrugs. “No idea who they were. Didn’t bother to check their IDs. Just a couple of dumb young men.”

“You killed them?” You whisper in horror.

“Well, of course I did. What, did you think I was going to invite them inside? Play a few rounds of air hockey and skeeball and serve them pizza?” The restaurant owner moves towards you and you take a step back, your calves striking the couch. “As if I would ever let anyone roam here and touch my things. The things that belong to me.” His arm snakes around your waist and drags your body against his. You can smell the metallic tang of the freshly spilled blood, becoming acutely aware that he’s very aroused, his erection pressing into you. His lips crush yours and you taste the lifeforce of his recent victims. You squirm and push against him and the security guard jerks back, slapping your cheek. Not the hardest he could have struck you, but sharp enough to shock you into stillness.

“Don’t make me hurt you.” His breath a harsh rasp beside your reddened skin. Your force yourself to be less tense, your limbs relaxing, body melting against him in surrender. His tongue is back in your mouth, collecting your saliva, running over the inside of your cheeks and stroking the muscular organ seated between them. His hand eases under the skirt you’re wearing. Short, fluttery. Eyelet lace trim. Cherry blossom fragrance still lingering from your spray that morning. His fingers stroke you through the plain cotton white panties you’re clad in and your body responds embarrassingly quickly in spite of the situation, already damp, pelvis grinding on his probing digits. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

It’s the furthest thing from your mind, but your body vehemently disagrees, demanding you forget that this man is a murderer. “Yes.”

“Say it.” The command is growled beside your throat. You feel a flood of arousal spilling from your sex. Preparing for him. Why are you so turned on by him? By this man that’s holding you prisoner, who’d just killed two people in cold blood and who knows how many others before that?

It’s still not enough to halt your next words. Any sick remorse or regret you might feel is being smothered by waves of lust. “I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me, William.”

He groans. “You want my big cock inside of you? Stretching you and filling you?” He’s already wrenching your panties to the side. “Bend you over and just pound into you right here while I’m drenched in blood like this? I know you can smell it, taste it. Not as sweet as yours, of course. Nothing tastes as sweet as you. God, you’re so fucking wet for me.” He thrusts a pair of fingers inside your pussy and his thumb rubs the seam of your underwear against your clit, the friction just right. You whimper and tighten around him, muscles milking at his fingers and you need no further urging to beg for his dick to be inside you.

He withdraws his fingers and sucks them clean and tugs until you’re next to the armrest, bending you over, the sound of his zipper opening bracketed by rough pants from both of you before he keeps the crotch of your panties pulled aside with the hook of one thumb and shoves inside your waiting pussy in one go.

It knocks the remaining breath from your lungs. Your hands scrabble for purchase, clinging to the plush fabric of the couch while he withdraws and slams back in. You stumble and force your spread legs to brace for the next impact. Another vicious thrust. He’s hitting your cervix. You can feel the tender ache of it deep inside. One hand on your healing wound that’s now uncovered, exposed. Pressing. Digging. Scratching at the scabbed line. Pulling your body back against his. Your pelvis reaching to meet his attack. Bodies slapping wetly together. How quickly you’d adjusted to this. Stretching to accommodate him. Gushing lubricant. Welcoming him back inside you. You can still taste the blood on your tongue.

The hand on your laceration stretches to touch your sensitive button. You head arches back and you keen. You can feel the panties you’re still wearing sawing against his cock, creating extra friction. He’d been so impatient to be back inside of you. You’d been so eager to feel him again.

“Look at how well you take it. That tight pussy was made for me. Mine. You’re mine,” your captor repeats. The circles around your clit are too perfect, his words too filthy. You find yourself coming undone, moaning his name, your dripping cunt milking his cock until the ropes of cum spurt deep inside of you.

A trail of ruby leaks from the wound William has reopened.

[beardedjoel]

closer | part eleven

joel x f!reader. non-apocalypse au  

series masterlist | main masterlist | ao3  

chapter summary: joel takes you out for something suspiciously like a date to make up for being a complete ass to you. 8.6k words.

chapter warnings: 18+ MDNI, age difference (joel is 42 and reader is 25), soft!dom joel,  posessive! joel, FEELINGS, joel and reader talk about their dynamic, unprotected piv, cute AND rough sex, dirty talk, praise kink, overstimulation

“Joel…?” you squeak out, staring up at him, your eyes round and questioning.

He presses against you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to his body. He hasn’t said a word yet, the only sound coming out of him are deep breaths right near your ear. You can feel how hard he is against you, and he was likely this hard already when he entered the room. He quickly flips you and presses you against the nearest wall face first, locking his hands around your wrists and pressing them to the wall so that your palms are splayed out onto it. His body crowds yours close to the wall, leaving little space between you and the wall and his body on the other side of you. Joel lets go of one of your wrists but you don’t dare move it, and he brings his now free hand up, pulling your hair to the side gently over your shoulder and breathing in against your neck. 

“Mmm,” he groans, taking in your scent. His lips brush against the skin there, barely a whisper before trailing to your shoulder where he’s now moving your shirt aside to take the skin into his mouth and suck, releasing the skin just to go right back in and mark you again. You inhale sharply at the sensation being rougher than he typically is with you. You can only shudder slightly underneath it, heat pooling inside of your core while the pleasure of his lips pulling your sensitive skin tight rocks through you. 

“J-joel,” you cry out as he moves to the other shoulder and starts working on making another mark there. Hearing his name from your lips seems to snap him out of it, and he glances up to where your head is turned towards him, eyes desperately trying to find his. He looks at you heavy lidded, a heady expression written all over his face before he lets go of your other wrist, grabs your chin, and comes forward to crash your lips into his. You moan into the feeling, still having no idea what the hell is going on. Joel is rarely this silent when he’s turned on, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t worry you slightly. You don’t have time to think about it for long before you hear the familiar jangling of Joel’s belt as he undoes it, freeing his cock from his jeans. You can feel it pressing against your ass, only clad in cloth lounge shorts that give you almost the entire feel of him as he pushes closer into you.

He’s frenzied now, his kisses becoming urgent as his tongue slides along your own and he breathes heavily, completely consumed by you. Joel can’t help himself, he needs to remind you of what he gives to you, of what you give to him. He is being a jealous bastard and he knows it, but he can’t care right now, only focused on needing this release from you, this claim on you as his when he finally gets to slam his cock into you. His thoughts are a swirling mess as he rips your shorts and underwear down over your ass in one pull, just enough space for him to push his throbbing cock forward. His hand reaches forward, grabbing your hip from the front and tugging upwards, causing you to lift your ass slightly for him. He takes that moment to thrust forward, his cock finding your weeping opening and sliding right in, but he doesn’t stop, he pushes all the way in, groaning loudly. You gasp, your breath practically knocked out of you when all of him enters you so suddenly, a small grimace flashing on your face as he stretches you so quickly. His hips are already moving, plunging in and out and he keeps making deep groans when he goes right up to the hilt with every thrust. One of his hands grabs a hold of your ass, tightly squeezing while the other slips in the tiny amount of space between your body and the wall to cup one of your tits, kneading it. You moan quietly when his finger brushes over your nipple. 

“Gonna take my cock like a good girl, right?” he mumbles, finally saying something, and you nod, whimpering slightly.

“Y-yes, Joel,” you cry out, your pussy burning and aching with each new stretch, clenching around him as you try to writhe your hips with the little movement you’re being allowed to find an angle you know will devastate you. 

“Say my name when you come,” he commands, going silent again afterwards. His forehead is pressed into your shoulder while his thrusts become quick, rough pushes into you. He’s fucking you so hard, so aggressively, like he needs nothing more than this pure carnal taking of you, and it’s making you feel absolutely mad with desire for him. It’s too much, he’s overwhelming your senses with the way he’s rolling your nipple in between his fingers and clutching at your ass, both sending shudders of pleasure throughout your body that seem to now cover every inch of you. You could let him take you like this forever, right in this absolute ecstasy as you sit on the verge of your climax.

“J-joel,” you choke out, your breathing hitching and your body beginning to shudder and tremble against the wall and Joel’s solid body supporting you against it.

“Again,” he rasps. 

“Joel,” you cry out a bit louder as your climax ramps up and sends bursts of flames all over your skin, tingling on every bit of your body. Your eyes are fluttering shut, crying his name over and over as you’re continuously being wrecked inside and out, unable to move as you’re crushed against the wall while Joel continues to thrust into you. The orgasm rolls through you, continuing on for longer than you’d expected, your guttural moans sending ones out of Joel’s mouth as well. You clench tightly onto his cock, and he lets out a sound you’ve never heard from him before - something more rough and detached than usual. 

“F-fuck,” he mumbles, with one final push of his hips into yours, sending his cock as deep as possible, spilling himself into you. You both breathe heavily, him resting his head against your shoulder while his cock sits inside of you still as you both come down from those few earth shattering moments.

You want to speak, to say anything, but you don’t have a clue where to start. Joel doesn’t give you a chance, though, as he quickly pulls out, tucking himself back in and making his way to the door, buckling his belt along the way. You slump forward slightly, still supporting yourself on the wall and catch his eye. He looks at you for a brief moment with a look you can’t distinguish or read - almost pained, or angry, and he opens the door, stepping out and shutting it behind himself.

You stand, stunned, your mouth hanging open and brows furrowing in as emotion overtakes you. What feels like a million thoughts race through your head at once as you try and begin processing them. It’s not that you don’t like Joel taking you roughly, you just can’t distinguish what the hell his reasoning was for his behavior. Could he really be that angry at Chris coming onto you that he felt the need to do that? That seems like the obvious answer, but you’d never seen Joel quite that possessive before. The other option, the one that scared you, was that he was angry with you, too. If maybe you’d broken some unspoken thing between you two by not rejecting Chris’ advances quickly enough. That seemed less likely, given that Joel had seemed to be happy with a causal arrangement between you two, but maybe he’d changed, or realized in that instant what he really wanted. 

The thought of him being angry with you is hard enough to bear on top of everything else running through your mind, so you lay down on your bed, pulling your knees up to your chest as you pull out your phone.

The message screen with Joel is pulled up, your fingers hanging above the letters, willing something, anything to come to you. Maybe he just needs to cool off for a bit, you conclude, clicking your phone screen off and laying back, staring at the ceiling with a sigh. It was all going to be alright, you start to think to yourself. If he was that angry with you, you don’t think he’d have come and initiated that with you - he’s never seemed the type for a hate fuck, but it’s always possible you don’t know him as well as you think you do. You suddenly feel like screaming just to drown out the barrage of thoughts, but instead you turn on the TV, hoping to mindlessly get your focus away from it all for a while.

A short time later your phone buzzes with an incoming call, and you see on the screen that it’s Joel trying to call you. You debate for a few moments if you want to answer it, feeling fear crop up at wondering what he’ll have to say.

“Hello?” you say, a slight wobble to your voice as you hold the phone against your ear.

“Hey, baby,” Joel says, his voice calm and clear, and you hear a small sigh of relief from him that you picked up the phone. “Can I do somethin’ for you tonight? I wanna take you out, if you’ll let me.”

You blink hard, shaking your head quickly, feeling like you couldn’t have heard him correctly. “T-take me out?” you stammer, completely lost.

“Yeah, I wanna see you and apologize in person.”

“Apologize… no, Joel, I -”

“Stop that, I have some stuff I wanna say, and you deserve a nice dinner from me.”

“You really don’t have to do all of that, the dinner and everything,” you deflect, unsure of why you’re denying the chance to go out with Joel to an actual restaurant and eat together.

“It’s happenin’. You’re gonna meet me at my car in an hour and I’m gonna treat you,” he says a bit more sternly this time.

“Yeah, alright,” you say, a smile pulling at your lips, already half forgetting the confusion he’d put you through earlier today. “That would be nice.”

“Good,” he says, sounding relieved again. “See you then.” 

You clutch your phone in your hand, sitting in stunned silence for a few minutes after he hangs up. You don’t know whether to be nervous, excited, scared, or all of those emotions at the same time. You stand up and flick through your options in your closet, having no idea what to wear. Joel never said anything about where he was taking you, so you want to play it safe with your choice with something that could work wherever you end up. Among your options of dresses, a few of your sundresses stand out to you, and it’s abysmally hot today, so that seems like a good option. Your favorite one is a pretty shade of lavender accompanied by small white flowers on it and a ruched bust that always makes you feel incredible when you wear it. It’s not one of your shortest dresses, hitting about mid thigh with a small slit up the side, but the flow of the dress at the hem is so enticing that you think Joel might like it.

You ponder what to do with your hair as you put on makeup, using your favorite pastel pinks for your cheeks and eyelids, lined with some white eyeliner on your inner eye to make them pop. You decide the real cincher for the entire look is the white ribbon scrunchie you add to your half up, half down hairstyle. 

When Joel catches a glimpse of you gliding over to him, he feels his heart crush in his chest at the sight of you. You’re positively radiant in your outfit, the fabric swaying slightly at the bottom of your dress as you approach his open garage where he’s waiting for you. The evening sun catches on your hair and face, highlighting all of it in a golden hue, and Joel has to ball his fists to resist grabbing you up and pushing you against his car and kissing every bit of you he can, promising to never act the way he did earlier towards you again. No, he thinks, that can come later, after he finds out how you’re feeling. You sneak inside the garage, hoping to stay out of sight of your parents’ house, your little heeled sandals clicking along the concrete.

The way Joel is looking at you so intensely makes you smile shyly, barely able to keep eye contact with him. He’s standing near the passenger's side of his truck, and you approach him and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling yourself in for a hug. He reciprocates, hesitantly at first, then fully wrapping his large arms around you, enveloping you completely as you rest your face on his chest. 

“Joel…” you start, and he shushes you. 

“How’re you feelin’?” he asks, pulling back from you and tilting you head up by the chin to look at him. 

“I’m… fine, Joel. I was a little confused earlier, but assuming you’re not angry with me since you asked me to go to dinner with you like this… that helps,” you reply. 

“Angry with you?” Joel says, taken aback. “No, of course not, baby.” His eyebrows quickly cinch together in confusion. 

“I mean, maybe it was stupid to think. You did… initiate things with me, I just thought maybe…” you trail off, cringing at the words that were about to come out of your mouth. 

“Maybe what? It was a hate fuck?” he says, releasing a scoffing laugh to try and lighten the mood a bit. You twist your lips to the side and shrug, indicating you thought it was possible.

“Let me tell you this - I ain’t gonna hate you, ever. And I would never do that to you, I couldn’t. You’re my shy, sweet, girl, I couldn’t treat you like that. I know we play games and we can get a little rough, but it’s not like that, you hear me?”

You nod, completely silenced by his words. You part your lips, trying to think of how to respond, and come up short. “Okay, I hear you,” you finally say, swallowing hard. 

“Good,” he says. “We can talk more tonight, but let’s get going, hm?”

You muster up a smile for him and nod, finally feeling a bit more excitement for the evening ahead. He quickly grabs both of your hands and stares at you again as if he can’t get enough.

“You look perfect, baby,” he says, kissing your forehead. You feel the urge to giggle and never stop smiling at hearing those words come out of his mouth. “Never seen anythin’ like you before, I’m serious, sweetheart,” he says on seeing your skeptically amused expression. 

“Thank you…” you mumble out timidly in response. Joel opens the car door for you and you climb in before he shuts it behind you and goes around to his own side. 

“Where are we going?” you ask once you two are on the road, pulling out of the neighborhood. 

“You are always an impatient one, my lord, girl. Can’t a man have any surprises?” he says, and you laugh. 

“You surprise me all the time,” you say honestly, and he considers your words with a tilt of his head. 

“I like to hear that,” he says softly, and it makes your heart skip a little. 

You’re feeling too nervous to dig back into the conversation you were having with him in the garage just yet, so you decide to enjoy the ride and collect your thoughts for when it inevitably comes back up again. 

Fifteen minutes later, he parks the car on a street and you’re not quite downtown, but it’s certainly a more bustling area than where you and Joel live. He gets the car door for you again, and you make a mental note of it, that he’s really the type of guy to do that consistently. 

You gaze up at the building across the street and see it’s a very cozy, romantic looking Italian restaurant. You look up at Joel and raise your eyebrows, trying to contain your eager expression as your lips press into a restrained smile. Joel gives you a sly look in response and places his hand on the small of your back, guiding you towards the restaurant. The light, possessive touch from him sends a shiver across your body despite the heat clinging to your skin.

It almost feels like a blur, Joel walking with you from the car, asking for a table in the restaurant, and the staff seating you. It’s such a weird feeling, being outside of your little bubble that consists of your two houses next to each other. You stare at him across the table from you, taking in the surroundings. It’s a small restaurant with low, romantic lighting and little red lamps on each table adding to the mood. It’s odd, seeing him surrounded by all these random people who know nothing about you two, and you’re glad for it. You can just be right now, and not have any worries or judgements thrown your way. 

Joel checks in with you before ordering two glasses of wine for you both. You’re looking over the menu, eyebrows drawn together in focus as you try to decide between a few dishes. You can feel Joel’s stare on you, so you glance up, catching his eye and smiling. 

“This place is really nice,” you comment, glancing around at the restaurant again. He nods in agreement.

“Never been here before. Heard it’s good, though,” he responds. “Order whatever you want. Appetizers, salad, dessert, whatever you want, angel.”

You continue smiling at him and shake your head. “I can’t go that crazy on your dime, Joel.”

“If there is somethin’ you want tonight that you don’t get ‘cause of that, I’ll be very disappointed,” he says, his tone light and airy, but you do know he really means it. Your heart does a small leap as you think about the fact that you two might actually be on a date right now. 

“Fine.” You roll your eyes playfully. “Maybe we can get dessert.”

“You got a sweet tooth? I realized I don’t know that about ya.”

“Mmm, yeah I’d say I do. Anything with chocolate, or different fruits always gets me. Oh, and ice cream, but you saw that the other day.”

Joel smiles at hearing this new fact about you. “They’ve got a chocolate mousse thing on the menu, we can try that later,” he suggests and you give him an affirmative nod to say it sounds good to you. 

“Wait, I don’t see the desserts…” you mumble, flipping the menu back and forth in case you missed it. 

“Saw it online, when I was, er, looking for a place to eat. Thought I’d see how the desserts were in case you liked sweets,” Joel says, shifting a little in his seat. You genuinely can’t take it, the sweet, shy look he had as he admitted the care he took to plan this evening and make sure they had things you might like. 

“You’re very sweet, you know,” you tell him, and he simply grumbles and looks down at his menu again while you stifle a little laugh. 

You two order a salad to share, and you feel like screaming inside at how very date-like it all feels. Maybe Sofia was right, you are going to have to talk to him about feelings soon. The thought makes your stomach turn for a quick moment before you push it away again.  

“Didn’t realize you were gonna be in charge of people at work, like you were talkin’ about today,” Joel comments after you order your entrees.

“Oh, it’s just a small thing. I’ll start working with like two people under me who are just looking for experience with this stuff, and I have a chance to move up or expand my team someday, I think. It’s really not a big deal,” you say, deflecting to avoid sounding too cocky about it. 

“Sounds like a big deal to me. I’m proud of you for workin’ so hard and getting a job like that,” he says, and you feel your chest squeeze a bit. 

“I just worked really hard at school to build a good resume, and it paid off I guess,” you say with a shrug. 

“Whatever you did clearly worked, smart girl,” he says with a proud little smile, and you can’t help but grin when you see the way he’s looking at you. 

“Thank you, Joel, for all the support. I mean, I know you’ve only known me a few weeks, but it’s just really nice.” As you say it you realize that you’ve really only known Joel a month or so, and it blows your mind just how attached you’ve grown to him and how much comfort you find in every part of him after such a short amount of time.

“Few weeks, yeah, that’s crazy,” Joel muses quietly brushing a hand over his beard.. “You’re welcome though, darlin’.”

Your entrees arrive, and Joel seems to shift a little nervously in his seat, letting you two enjoy about half of your meals before looking up at you intently.

“So listen, baby, I wanted to say somethin’ to you after today,” Joel starts, and you swallow hard, your face dropping as you sense the intensity of the conversation changing. “I know I said I wasn’t upset with you, just wanted to say that again. I know I was actin’ different, right?”

You nod, considering his words. “Yeah, I guess I was only worried since you seemed really worked up. I overheard you talking to Chris and then you didn’t say much to me. Normally you’re kind of… er, more vocal.”

“I know,” he sighs. “I tried, but made the wrong decision today to come and be with you like that after bein’ upset with Chris and feelin’… well, possessive, to be honest..” He pauses to collect his thoughts before he looks right into your eyes. 

“I don’t like sharing,” he says simply, and the words hang between you two in silence. “Not when it comes to you, anyway. I know I can’t ask you to not see someone else, that doesn’t seem fair. I can’t be the one holdin’ you back. But today I just felt the need to remind myself that I could have you, but it was only focused on me, and that was wrong of me, darlin’.”

Your mind is reeling from what he said, and there’s so much you want to address but don’t even know where to start. He says he can’t ask you not to see anyone else, but the truth is, he could and you’d say yes in a heartbeat. He seems to think he’s not good for you, and you don’t know how to explain that he’s been nothing but perfect for you without potentially scaring him off. You decide quickly to try and address the issue of today, letting yourself ruminate a bit more on how to ask him about feeling like he’s holding you back. 

“But, I enjoyed it too, I mean, I came…” you finally answer, going quieter on the last words. You start to wonder even more what was going through his mind earlier if he’s feeling this much guilt right now. 

“I know, baby, but I was being selfish either way, takin’ you like that, makin’ you worried.”

You bite the inside of your cheek and ponder it for a moment. Honestly, despite all of it, the way he’d just taken what he wanted from you like that did turn you on, but you’re not sure if it’s right to say that to him right now when he’s trying to apologize for it. 

“I feel like you should know that… I did kind of like it…” you decide to admit, feeling your cheeks flush a little bit. “It made me feel like you really wanted me, er, not that I don’t normally feel like that when we do stuff together, just, it felt different. Uh, more aggressive, I guess?” You’re having trouble verbalizing it exactly without feeling like dying of embarrassment. What you really want to say is that after processing it, you fucking loved the way he used you today, and you don’t know what that means about you as a person, so you decide not to say it out loud.

As you speak, a wry little smile grows on Joel’s face, and ends with a small chuckle. “You liked it when I just took what I needed from you, huh?” He reads right through you, understanding exactly what you were wanting to say but too shy to verbalize.

You give him a few small nods, giving him limited eye contact for fear that you might burst into flames as you feel your cheeks grow hotter. “S’alright, sweetheart,” he assures you. “Nothin’ wrong with that, and I like it too. Just wanna do that when I’m in the right headspace for it.”

You’re starting to understand more of what was bothering him so much now. He wanted to come at a dynamic like that with a clear head, not necessarily having selfish intentions behind it. You’re relieved that his apologizing for it doesn’t mean he won’t ever give you that type of fucking again, because you have a feeling that the way it felt to be pressed against that wall by him was going to be part of your fantasies as you used your vibrator many times going forward.

“So, you like doing that in general, you just want to feel different while you’re doing it?” you say carefully, trying to clarify you got things right. 

“Pretty much,” he says. “Want to be doin’ it because I know you like it too, not only because I’m trying to control how you feel about me or help my ego.”

“That’s very… thoughtful,” you tell him.

“Stuff like that only works if we both agree on it,” he says pragmatically with a small shrug.

You don’t know how you ended up getting consistent sex from such a thoughtful, knowledgeable person like Joel - someone willing to check in like this to make sure both of you are finding the dynamic fulfilling and sexy. It’s kind of blowing your mind, compared to the other few men you’d been with who just assumed you liked what they were giving to you. It hadn’t been all bad, per se, just a lack of tact in those experiences that you didn’t know you were missing until now. 

“If I’m putting it honestly, I like you being… er, dominant. It seems like you like it too, but I don’t want to assume,” you blurt out, feeling your face getting warm again. You figure while you're having this conversation, you might as well lay it all out there. 

“You’d have assumed right,” he says with a cocky grin tugging at his lips now. “And I like when you try ‘n be a good girl for me,” he adds. You feel your toes curl a little at his words as your body tenses slightly. You try to focus on anything else for a moment to not completely lose your mind in public. “What else d’you like, sweet girl?” he asks quietly, leaning forward on the table. 

“You know this, but all your little names for me. Makes me feel special,” you say, smiling at the thought of it. “When you… tell me what to do, tell me how to be good for you, or all the things you say. Even if they’re a little mean sometimes, like playfully mean, I guess.” You’re wringing your hands together nervously now, half anxious about admitting what feels like deep dark secrets and half turned on by talking about it with him. 

Joel tilts his head. “What, like when I told you you’re my little slut?” He laughs a little, and your cheeks warm even further fighting the urge to bury your head in your hands. 

“Yes, like that,” you say simply, and you must be wincing, because Joel seems to notice your hesitation. 

“Nothin’ to be embarrassed about, okay? I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t like it too.”

You nod quickly, accepting what he says as truth.

“You like it when I’m a little rough with ya?” he asks, the smirk on his face only continuing to grow. 

“Mhm,” you manage to get out, willing your face to stop burning hotter as you admit more of what turns you on.

“Good. Me too, sweetheart. Feels good, don’t it?”

You nod again, feeling an ache pulsing down your core now at the content of the conversation. “Really good, yeah,” you breathe out. “W-what about you? What do you like?” you squeak out, hoping you’re even audible over the bustle of the restaurant. 

“What about me… well, darlin’,” he leans forward over the table, his face close enough to have his voice much lower. “Makes me fuckin’ hard when you’re so desperate for me, and when you act a little bad, so I can teach you how to be good again.” His words practically suck the breath out of you, and you’re starting to struggle to behave normally now in this very public place. 

“W-when you call me a brat, you like that?” you ask, chest starting to heave a little more with your quickened breathing.

“Mhm,” he hums, “Makes me wanna punish you a little, dominate you even more until I can call you a good girl again.”

You can’t believe how everything you two are saying is perfectly lining up, because you’re absolutely enthralled with everything he’s telling you he likes doing to you. You have to bite your lip to anchor yourself to the present, only able to countdown to the chance to let Joel fuck you senseless tonight.

“And… what about stuff like… spanking. You like that lot?”

“Sure do, but it seems like you liked it more.” Joel has a wry smile and you suck in your bottom lip, breathing out.

“Yeah, I didn’t know I like it so much until you did it,” you confess to him.

“Christ, baby, nobody smacked your perfect ass like that ‘till I came along?” he asks, a stunned look on his face. “Fuckin’ shame on their part,” he says, shaking his head. You breathe out a small laugh at his total disbelief.

“Not many people are like you, Joel. At least, not in my experience.”

“Y’know I like to hear that,” he replies, looking pleased with himself.

“I know,” you say, returning his smirk. God, what you wouldn’t give to fuck him right here and now. Hearing all these dirty things coming out of his and your mouths has you so riled up right now, you’d be willing to have another bathroom rendezvous with him just to relieve any of this agonizing pressure building in between your legs.

“Should we order dessert?” he asks suddenly, his voice now at a normal level. Your mouth hangs open for a moment with the whiplash from the change in topic before you laugh, prompting Joel to laugh along with you. 

“Tempted to skip it for something else, but it’s chocolate,” you reply with a knowing look.

“You should get your chocolate, everything else can wait,” Joel says, and you aren’t sure if that’s entirely true, but decide that chocolate couldn’t hurt right now. 

“Hey Joel, can I ask you something?” you say into the silence of the car.

A specific thing Joel said when he talked about what happened with him today has been eating away at you since the conversation with him at dinner, and as you’re riding home with him, a comfortable quiet hanging between you two, you decide to muster some courage and bring it up.

“Shoot, darlin’,” he replies.

“So you said earlier… you can’t ask me to not see someone else… uh,” you stutter, losing your nerve slightly.

“I did say that,” he confirms quickly.

“Well, why not? Why can’t you ask me, I mean,” you ask him.

“You said it yourself, darlin’, this thing’s s’posed to be casual,” he says, seeming completely unbothered by your questioning. “Thought that meant you should be free to do whatever you wanna do.” He says the words confidently and smoothly, like he’s thought about this dozens of times already. You suddenly wish that word had never been uttered from your mouth that night in his kitchen if you knew it would land you here someday.

“Do you want me to, though? You said you don’t like sharing, so I mean… I could - I could not,” you swallow hard, trying to stop your shaking voice from betraying you. “Not see anyone else, if you want. I mean, I’m already doing it, so…”

Joel’s brows furrow suddenly as he focuses on the road in front of him. He steals a quick glance at you, looking over at him with worried, desperate eyes, feeling like maybe you just made a monumental mistake.

“N-nevermind,” you squeak out after a few quick moments in silence, wishing you could rewind just a few minutes and forget any of this happened.

Joel slowly pulls the car over, parking on a side street of a random neighborhood you were passing by. He parks and turns towards you now, the look on his face an anxiety inducing mystery to you.

“No, baby, it’s alright. Just needed a second to think,” Joel says, twisting his lips to the side for a moment, seemingly still thinking. 

“I know you’re doin’ that right now, but if you suddenly didn’t want to, if you met someone, I can’t be the reason you don’t go out with someone else. I’m just… some old guy, some distraction for you, y’know? I’ll have to learn to deal with that fact even if I get jealous,” he tells you.

“No, that’s not true at all, Joel,” you say firmly, slightly irritated now that he thinks that’s all he is to you. “If you don’t want to share me, you don’t have to.”

Joel sighs, a sad, lopsided smile on his lips. “Oh, always my sweet girl, aren’t you?” he mumbles, shaking his head. “Like I said, I can’t ask that of ya,” he says with an air of finality, but you won’t accept it, can’t accept it.

“Why not?” you ask, pressing him.

“‘Cause that’s how I feel. You should be free to live your life, not tied down to someone like me. You’re gonna have to accept that, baby,” he says sternly, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice. You press your lips tightly together, contemplating your next words.

“Well, the offer will always be there,” you finally say after a few breaths. “I would never feel tied down by you, Joel.” You can’t say you aren’t disappointed by Joel’s response to you bringing this up. Of course you’d hope he would jump at the chance to claim you all for himself, to not have to worry about sharing you or the feelings he had earlier today when someone else was flirting with you. You could be all his, and it seems so out of character with the dominating, possessive man you’ve been spending time with. You have to wonder where this insecurity came from that he’d be holding you back in some way, and maybe in time, you hope you’ll be able to understand it and change his mind.

“I appreciate you sayin’ that. Let’s head home, okay?” Joel says, pulling his eyes off of your face and back on the road, pulling the car away from where he’s parked. His answer wasn’t much of an answer at all, with no recognition that he believes what you said about him not being a hindrance in your life. You sigh, leaning your head back on the seat.

“Okay,” you grumble, trying to not look too much like you’re pouting. After a few minutes of silence, Joel glances over at you as he’s driving.

“I ain’t mad at ya,” he says, seeing right through you once again.

“You’re not?”

“‘Course not,” he says sweetly. “I hope you’re not upset that I can’t give ya what you’re askin’ for.”

“No… I mean, maybe a little,” you admit quietly, looking down at your lap. “I just want to spend time with you in whatever way works,” you concede, not wanting to risk losing this thing you have with Joel. You realize you may just have to take what you can get from him emotionally for now.

“I can manage that,” he says, and you both look at each other for a moment, so you give Joel a weak smile. “You still wanna come inside with me?” he asks, pulling into your neighborhood. You consider it for a brief second but realize you’d likely regret it if you went home just to feel sorry for yourself that the conversation didn’t go entirely your way.

“Yeah, I do,” you tell him, and he looks a little lighter, his shoulders loosening as he smiles a little. He pulls into his garage and takes your hand as you climb out of his truck. He holds it for a brief moment, stopping you from moving towards the door to his house, and pulls you close to him, landing his lips on yours. 

“You know I adore you, don’t ya? Think about you all the time? Love spenin’ time with you?” he says quietly, pressing his forehead to yours and holding the back of your head. You swallow and blink hard, unsure of why you suddenly feel the urge to cry.

“I know you do, I know that,” you reply in a whisper, closing the distance between you and planting another kiss on his lips, still fighting the tears.

“Good, baby. Just need you to know that I want you so bad. Never want you to think otherwise.” His voice is so rich, his accent sounding even stronger than usual and you find yourself melting into him, every drop of resolve you had gone in a second. You wrap your arms around him, fully pressing yourself into him.

“Show me, then, how much you want me,” you whisper, finding his lips again, but not stopping at one kiss. Joel deepens his returning kiss, sliding his tongue past his lips and into your mouth. You both devour each other hungrily, Joel’s hands starting to move desperately down from your head, tantalizingly along your back, and down to squeeze your ass. He groans at the feeling of your plump, round ass in his palms, giving one cheek a small slap as he presses into you at the same time he pulls you in, eliminating any chance of space between you two. You pull your mouth off of his, breathing heavily, looking up at him with eyes that say it all - take me inside.

Joel picks you up bridal style and you squeal, laughing while he opens the door from the garage into the house, leading you through the kitchen and into the living room. He stands in front of the couch, turning and sitting himself down while still holding you. Your legs instantly turn and slide around him, straddling his hips and grinding down as your mouth immediately finds his again, continuing the fervorous kisses you two shared moments before.

“So fuckin’ sexy tonight, baby,” Joel murmurs, “Pretty little thing in this dress.” His hands wrap around either side of your hips and you start to move, rolling your hips onto the hard bulge you can feel in his jeans. “Baby…” he coos as the intensity of your grinding quickens.

“You feel so good,” you whimper. “How do you feel so good all the time?” you ask, more rhetorically than anything, but still feeling in disbelief all the same. You can barely help the speed at which your hips start to move on him, your body physically pushing you for more.

“Tell me more, sweet girl,” Joel says, a small cry escaping his lips when you brush against his cock again. 

“Your cock feels so perfect,” you say, peppering his neck with kisses. “Makes me feel crazy, so desperate for more all the time,” you whine, reaching between the two of you to grip the hard bulge of his cock through his pants. You let out a moan, reminded of the size of him, how good it feels to have that inside of you. 

“You desperate for this cock right now, huh, angel?” Joel asks, tilting his head at you. You nod, eyes clouded with desire as you look at him.

“Let me have it,” you whimper, your hips pushing down into him, the thin fabric of your dress and underwear not acting as much of a buffer against his cock rubbing into your most sensitive spot. 

“I shouldn’t have to tell you what good girls say,” he scolds you, his grip firm on your hips as you try to squirm down to find some relief for the building pressure between your legs.

“Please, I need it.”

“Need what, sweet girl?” He pushes his hips up into you and you gasp, the jeans covered bulge pressing right onto your throbbing cunt. 

“Your cock, baby,” you breathe, rolling your hips again. “Need it inside of me.”

“I know you do,” he murmurs, leaning close to your ear and sucking your earlobe, eliciting another cry from you. “Just a little slut for my cock, aren’t you?” 

Your hands drift to his belt, quickly taking it off and unzipping his jeans. You feel your mouth salivate at the thought of being so close to what you want as you pull his cock out of his jeans. Joel begins to bunch your dress up around your hips, his fingers slipping underneath, pausing to rest on your hips. 

“Wait…” he mumbles, pulling the fabric up all the way to reveal that you aren’t wearing any underwear. “You’re fucking kiddin’ me,” he groans. “This whole night, couldn’t even stand to have one more piece of clothing between us, huh?”

“Exactly,” you breathe out with a chuckle, lowering your lips to his again. He grips your ass underneath your dress with one hand, and reaches up to your face with the other, cupping your cheek hard while he kisses you passionately. His hand pulls you down, sinking you down onto his hips as his cock rests at your entrance, teasing you. You breathe erratically, waiting for Joel to push just that little bit more, to give you what you want. 

You open your eyes, looking at him as he locks eyes with you. They’ve turned soft as you stare into them, his little smile carrying up into his brown eyes. 

“What?” you ask him timidly.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” he replies quietly, stroking your cheek. “Wanna watch your face as I fill you up,” he adds, pushing the head of his cock in. Your mouth slowly opens, gasping in as you immediately clench around him slightly, your thighs tensing. 

“That’s it, baby,” he croons, pushing his hips up a little bit more, continuing to watch you and stroke your cheek lovingly. “So good, always takin’ this cock so good.” He’s slowly sliding himself in further, and you feel every bit of it, small moans coming out of you with each new inch that enters you. He slides almost all the way in, and the feeling of fullness overtakes you, your eyes rolling back slightly with pleasure. 

Joel’s hips twitch at the sight, barely giving you a moment to adjust before he grips both sides of your waist, guiding you up and down slowly over his cock. You grind into each downstroke, your clit desperate for any friction it can get. He’s moving so slowly, so tenderly, and it’s making you feel completely mad. The sultry look on his face as he watches you take each thrust is almost too much, seeing just how much he’s enjoying you. 

“How’s that baby?” he asks sweetly, giving you a gentle kiss as he continues to lift and lower your hips. 

“So good…” you trail off, barely a whisper. Your eyes are fluttering open and closed at the slow, dragging feeling of his cock going in and out of you. Joel is making each movement so intentional and drawn out, quickly building the teasing pressure inside of you as your clit brushes against his body every time you come down onto him, joining your hips together. 

“I’m gonna come,” you say quietly, overpowering Joel’s grip enough to slam your hips down with a little more force a few times, pushing you just over the edge into your orgasm. 

“Oh, yeah, Joel, just like that,” you cry out as he rolls his hips up into you with each movement of yours while you shudder down onto him, your body tense and exploding with pleasure. 

“Baby, fuck,” Joel groans, feeling the way you’re tightening around him, “You feel so perfect,” he whimpers, continuing to slide himself in and out of you slowly. “Let me make you come again, I can’t get enough.”

You nod wildly, coming back to reality after your climax, urging him on. “Fuck me harder,” you demand, and Joel grasps underneath your hips, swinging his legs onto the couch so that you’re still on his lap, facing each other, your legs wrapped around his waist to his back. He pulls your body close to his so that you’re both sitting up, and you wrap your arms around his neck. He thrusts into you harder, and you reciprocate, bucking your hips forward to meet each one of his thrusts. You’re half dazed, the intensity of your last orgasm still lingering over your entire body, dulling everything that isn’t pure pleasure and Joel’s touch. He slides the straps of your dress down your shoulders hurriedly, exposing your breasts and he immediately takes one of your nipples into his mouth. You cry out in response to the fiery feeling filling your entire body as he stimulates your nipples, whining and writhing your hips on top of him. He doesn’t let up, pushing into you at a rapid pace, so fast you can barely catch your breath at the feeling of fullness he’s giving to you over and over. Your loud moans echo through the room, Joel’s groans lost to that and the sloppy pounding sounds of your cunt taking his cock. 

Joel can feel you tensing on top of him, knows you’re close now, so he fingers your clit, rubbing it gently but quickly, pulling his head back enough to look in your eyes, undoubtedly crazed with need for him. 

“Come on baby, need to feel you squeeze his cock again, come all over me,” he breathes out, and as usual, his commands are hard not to follow as you feel your climax rolling through you again, from your core outward to every inch of your body. Your hands fling out, gripping into the cushions of the couch as you dig your fingers in, your hips spasming down into Joel hard. 

“That’s it baby, comin’ so pretty for me,” Joel says. You can’t even tell how loud you’re being, everything else but his voice and this feeling taking over your entire being is completely lost to you. Joel’s body goes more rigid as he pumps a few more times into you, groaning your name as he holds you tightly to him, making sure his cock is buried as deep as possible as he spills into you, coming hard. 

“Fuck,” he grits out, his hips giving a final twitch forward before he starts to relax, arms still clutching you to his body. You both breathe heavily for a few moments, unable to say much of anything. 

Joel’s lips find your neck from where he’s nestling his head on your shoulder, trailing their way up to your face. You turn your head slightly to meet his lips, sharing in a few slow, sweet kisses before Joel lays back, pulling you on top of him, refusing to pull out of you. You lay down onto his chest, legs intertwined with his and breathe him in, running your hand along his chest and stomach, loving every inch of his body. He’s certainly strong and muscular, but he has the slightest stomach poking out that somehow is hotter than any six pack you’ve ever seen. 

“God,” he murmurs to himself, running his hands through your hair. “Pretty, pretty girl,” he coos, his heavy lidded eyes looking at you with fondness.

“You’re pretty,” you murmur, blinking heavily.

“Thank you,” Joel says, smirking, before kissing the top of your head.

“‘M’not gonna do that with anyone else,” you say suddenly, your voice impeded by the way your cheek is smashed against his chest. “Don’t think I can.” You don’t even know why you’re bringing it up again after such a great experience together, you just want him to know your truth.

Joel is quiet for a few moments, and you can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest underneath you until he sighs lightly. “I know, sweetheart,” he says simply. “But you could, if you wanted to, that’s all I’m trying to say. You understand?”

“Yes, Joel,” you say unenthusiastically, half-mocking.

“Good girl,” he replies, squeezing you tighter. 

“What about you?” you ask him, really feeling like pushing your luck tonight. You have a feeling you aren’t going to like his answer.

“What about me, darlin’?” he asks, absentmindedly running his hands through your hair again.

“Are you… going to do this with someone else?”

“Would you want me to?” he asks, and you lift your head up slightly, giving him a narrow eyed look.

“I think that answer is obvious, but if you’re saying I can, then I guess you can, too, to make it fair,” you say begrudgingly with a quick raise and lowering of your eyebrows, and you know you seem irritated now, but you can’t help it. The thought of another woman getting to experience Joel the way you have been makes emotions you can barely describe twist deep in your gut.

“Well, I ‘preciate that, but,” Joel starts, “If we’re honest, I’m layin’ here with my cock still inside of ya, with no plans for anyone else to have it anytime soon,” he finishes, wriggling his body slightly underneath you, giving you a physical reminder of what he’s saying as you feel his now softening cock still buried in your pussy, keeping you full. You sigh lightly at just the thought of it alone, half wishing he was hard again and fucking you. “That make you feel any better?” he asks after you’re silent for a few beats.

“I think so…” you say, pondering for a few more moments.”You really don’t want anyone else right now? No other hot neighbors, ladies at the grocery store, work, or anything?”

Joel chuckles, sitting up and pulling you up with him, finally sliding himself out of you. “No,” he says flatly, but with a hint of amusement. “You want there to be?”

“No,” you reply, echoing his tone on the same word.

“Good, now let’s go upstairs and get you naked,” he replies, leaning in to kiss you. “Need to remind your naughty ass once again just how bad I want you, don’t I?”

You think you’ve got the picture from earlier, but you find yourself biting your lip and nodding, letting Joel carry you upstairs anyways.

[cowboymarcs]

late

marc spector x fem!reader

summary: marc spector arrives home late from a mission. while you're cleaning up his wounds, the two of you get a little distracted.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: smut, piv sex, fingering, oral (fem and male receiving), slight angst, no use of y/n, possibly ooc

marc spector was supposed to be home nearly three hours ago. you checked your watch, pacing the flat, before deciding to make some tea. as the tea brewed, you resumed your pacing before collapsing on the lumpy couch, sighing. it was normal for marc to be late, but not this late. anxiety began to ebb at you, scared for your lover. 

  you’re knocked out of your thoughts when you hear keys jangling just outside the door of your shared flat. you raced to the door, unlocking the three locks before marc even has the chance to wiggle open the first one.

  “marc!” you exclaimed as you threw the door open, finding your boyfriend standing there, keys poised and eyes worn. you ambushed him in a hug, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

  “baby..” he wrapped his arms around your middle just as tight and pressed a kiss to your hairline. “why are you up so late?” 

  you pulled away, looking up into his deep, brown eyes. his thick brows were furrowed with concern. the curls that he tried so hard to keep out of his face fell onto his forehead, mimicking the way that steven liked to keep it. your heart swelled with your love for him, and then contracted once you spotted the cuts littered across his face.

  “i was worried about you, and obviously i had a good reason to be,” you said as your hands cradled his cheeks. he smirked and rolled his eyes. he opened his mouth to defend himself but you cut him off, “c’mon, let's get you cleaned up.”

  you led him to the bathroom, where you kept your well worn first aid kit. when you first moved in, you were shocked to find out marc didn’t own one and you had insisted you make a trip to the nearest pharmacy. when you picked out a sparkly pink one, marc snorted. 

  you furrowed your brows. “what’s wrong with pink?”

  “nothing. steven says he likes it.” a satisfactory smile appeared on your lips. marc settled his hand on your waist and led you both to the register.

  now, the pink kit sat on the bathroom countertop while you stood between marc’s legs as he sat on the toilet. he looked up at you, wincing everytime the alcohol soaked cloth grazed one of his cuts. you opened your mouth to ask about the mission, but hesitated. you knew that sometimes asking marc about his late night missions made him shutdown and made steven appear. 

  you decided to take that risk. “how was your mission?”

  marc took a shaky inhale, and you almost regretted your decision, before he said, “it was alright. took care of a few thieves who were trying to steal relics from the museum. turns out steven was actually okay with taking out these guys.” marc bowed his head and smiled; steven must’ve said something to him. you tilted his head up once more, wiping the blood off the final scratch and pressing your lips to his, softly. you then pulled his bottom lip into your mouth, nibbling on it. you could feel marc’s smile grow. 

  “i love you,” you murmured against his plush lips. the words must’ve spurred him on because he quickly stood, and pulled you flush against his chest, lips never leaving yours. you moaned softly. your mouth moved languidly against his, his tongue brushing against yours. 

  his palm moved down to grip your ass, taking a handful. you moaned louder this time, into his mouth. you began to understand at the ferocity of his kisses how much he wanted you, needed you. marc backed you into the wall, the picture frame that hung knocked to the floor. you pulled away to see if it was broken and looked back at marc to find him giggling. you giggled too, feeling like teenagers. 

  marc grabbed your ass once again, this time lifting you up. your arms and legs wrapped around him. you gasped as your core rubbed against his. it was not only him that needed you now. you needed each other. badly. 

  you buried your head in the curve of his neck, pressing kisses and bites to his skin. you felt yourself falling, only to be caught by the lush duvet of the bed. you leaned back on your elbows, admiring the man in front of you. marc stood over you, eyes trailing from your lips, to the swell of your breasts, to the dip of your hips, only covered by silk night shorts. when his eyes met yours again, they were filled with lust, like he was starved and you were his only meal, but he couldn’t decide what part of you to devour first. 

  marc quickly removed his shirt, letting it drop to the floor. you gasped involuntarily; you had seen your man naked countless times, but every time it instilled a reaction within you. the sight of his toned body made your cunt drip with anticipation, but you didn’t have time to admire him for too long because he was already dropping to his knees in front of the bed. 

  marc grabbed your feet, yanking you to the edge of the bed, his face mere inches from your clothed cunt. you giggled, a blush brushing your face. marc grinned at you, he was going to relish this. 

  “you’re so beautiful, honey.” your blush only spread further across your face at marc’s words. his hand reached forward, fingers trailing and teasing along the silk covering your core. when his fingers brushed over your clit, you drew in a breath, bucking your hips, chasing the friction. a knowing smile passed marc’s face. he knew exactly how to tease you, but he would go easy on you tonight, considering just how much he needed you, considering how much his cock was already straining against his boxers.

  marc’s fingers hooked on both your silk pajama shorts and your panties, pulling them down in one swoop. goosebumps prickled at your skin. marc’s eyes were trained on your glistening pussy. his fingers found your slit, running up and down, ghosting over your clit.  

  “this all for me, baby?” he asked, his fingers dripping. you frantically nodded your head, unable to form words. satisfied with your answer, he ducked his head, plunging his tongue into your cunt. 

  you moaned wantonly, one hand flying to grip marc’s hair, and the other reaching under your matching silk tank to play with your nipple. his tongue toyed with your clit, circling, while his fingers prodded your hole. his other hand gripped your thigh, keeping you as close to his mouth as possible. as his lips sucked on your clit, his fingers dipped inside you and curled, hitting the spot he knew so well. your eyes rolled back, overwhelmed with pleasure. 

  “m-marc, i need you. please,“ you begged, “i need you inside me, baby.” marc sat back on his heels, looking up. you grew wetter at the sight of your slick covering his lips. you could tell by the look in his eyes that he was just as turned on as you were. 

  he stood, towering over you once more. your eyes dropped to the outline of his cock in his jeans. your mouth salivated at the thought of him deep in your throat, sucking on him until his eyes rolled back and he came on your tongue. you were pulled out of your fantasy when marc cleared his throat.

  “my eyes are up here.” his face was stern but you knew he was joking. 

  “yes sir,” you teased, waggling your brows. you pulled your tank top over your head, leaving your breasts exposed, and reached forward to work on marc’s buttons. you grazed his cock on purpose, just to watch him buck his hips towards you. you pulled his pants down, leaving him in his boxers. you gazed up at your boyfriend to find him watching you intently, a mixture of love and lust in his eyes.

  you leaned forward, pressing your lips to the skin just above his boxers. you kissed and nipped along the trail of dark hair that sunk below his briefs. you pulled the briefs down, watching his cock bounce against his stomach, leaking precum. you moaned just looking at it. you took the length into your hand, pumping it a few times, and watching for marc’s reaction. his eyes became lidded, head falling back. you couldn’t resist any longer, taking the head of his cock into your mouth and sucking, hard. 

  marc moaned abruptly and your pussy tightened at the sound. you bobbed your head in a rhythm that you knew marc loved, sucking your cheeks in. his head hit the back of your throat, making you gag. his hand found purchase on the back of your head, guiding you up and down on his dick. your own fingers played with your clit, turned on by the sounds that were coming from your lover. 

  not long after, marc pulled you off of his cock, breath ragged. he bent over, lips finding yours in a frenzied kiss. you could taste the both of you in your mouths. you gripped his biceps, nails digging into skin. his hand found your throat, fingertips gripping your chin tightly. your tongues clashed, dipping into each other’s mouths, driven to taste as much as you could. 

  marc was on top of you now, pushing you to lay back on the bed. he was still kissing you as his body caged yours in. you ran your hands along his hardened chest and torso before wrapping your arms around him and pulling him as close as possible. his hard dick brushed up against your soaked core, making the both of you simultaneously groan into the other’s mouth. marc reached down to grab his dick, sliding the head through your folds. he lined it up with your hole, pulling away to look at you. 

  he paused for a moment, unsure of what to say. “i love you. so much,” he whispered finally. he ducked his head into your neck, pressing kisses and hickeys to your skin. your heart swelled once again and a smile grew on your face. 

  “i know.” marc pushed in, slow and careful. it's not like you weren’t wet enough to take it, but marc never wanted to hurt you.

marc whimpered as he pushed his cock into the hilt. the head pressed on your spot, making you lightheaded with pleasure. you pulled marc’s face out of the crook of your neck, letting his lips fall onto yours again. the kisses were desperate and needy. hot and breathy. they were a passionate distraction while you waited for yourself to adjust to his thick cock. 

  “are you alright, darling?” his eyes were concerned and searching yours for an answer. you nodded. marc took that as a sign to start moving. he moved slowly, feeling apprehensive. you wrapped your legs around his waist, hooking your feet, and encouraging marc to move faster. marc sped up, sheathing his cock in and out. your moans mixed with the sounds of his balls slapping your ass. 

  groaning, marc took your earlobe into his mouth and nibbled on it, “so tight,” he whispered. everything he did brought you closer to your climax.

  “marc, baby, i’m close,” you moaned. “fuck, you feel so good. so big.” the way he was fucking you was pure bliss. you thought it couldn’t get any better, but were proven wrong as he pulled away and pushed your legs over your head, placing them on his shoulders. it felt like heaven as his cock pounded deeper into you. you locked eyes with him, unable to keep yourself quiet. yours and marc’s moans reverberated off the walls. 

  you were so close, and you could tell marc was too by the way his thrusts became more and more frantic. his thumb fell onto your clit, bringing you closer, reveling in the way your pussy tightened around him. it became too much. how deep he was, the pressure on your clit, the hungry glint in his eye. your orgasm was approaching quickly. 

  “oh my god, marc, i’m gonna-” your words were cut off by your own moan at the feeling of your climax. marc, who felt your pussy tighten, then flutter, continued to pound your cunt, fucking you through your orgasm. your eyes rolled back, body flooded by the feeling of euphoria. 

  as you came down from your high, you looked at your boyfriend, who was desperately chasing his own orgasm. with your legs still hooked on his shoulders, you grabbed the nape of his neck, pulling him into a fervent kiss. kissing him, you wound your fingers through his locks, pulling hard. 

  marc came with a groan, cock spilling inside you. he fucked his cum into you, not wanting any to spill out. he slowed and buried his head in your neck, spent. the sun was nearly coming up, and you two were exhausted. exhausted, but satisfied. 

  marc rolled off of you, laying on his side and facing you. he cupped your cheek, pushing stray hairs out of your face. he leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. your insides warmed at the gesture, still cooling down from the previous activity.

  “you scared me earlier. i thought you were seriously hurt.” marc looked at you deeply, a bout of shame crossing his face. 

  “i’m sorry. it wasn’t on purpose.” 

  “i know, i just love you too much. i can’t stand to see anything happen to you.” you laid your heart out on the table. there was no point in covering up your feelings. “plus look what happens when you come home so late,” you jokingly gestured to the sunlight spearing through the blinds.

“if this is what happens,” he said, motioning to your naked bodies, “then maybe i should come home late more often.” 

  you lightly slapped marc’s chest before snuggling into him, pulling the covers up and drifting off to sleep.

[enam3l]

I just want to see how Eddie would react to reader using the safe word and how he would feel

eep thank you for being my first request and my first smut attempt! i hope it's okay and you like it, i kinda got carried away

2k words / SMUT! / tw: idk like a teeny daddy kink and panic attacks

Eddie hated being called a freak, it had followed him for years. Maybe it wasn't said to him anymore since he'd left high school but he couldn't shake the memory. It was a tagline that belittled and dismissed his passions and interests. A punishment for being anything other than an all American cookie cutter athlete like Jason fucking Carver or a Tom Cruise-esque heartthrob like Steve, who now was one of Eddie's best friends but still... Eddie couldn't help but think Steve's hair was fair more ridiculous than his own long curls.

Being called a freak sucked... until you said it. At the beginning of your relationship as you began to intimately discover each other's deepest desires, after hearing Eddie whimper the word 'Mommy' as you straddled him, you put your soft lips to his ear and whispered the words 'Oh you really are a freak aren't you Eddie Munson?'

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For the first time his heart did not sink at the words. This time his dick twitched. Because this time being a freak was okay. Because now you were a freak too. Now long into your relationship and more in tune with each other's bodies than you were your own there wasn't much the two of you hadn't tried.

The day had dragged on, spending your day being belittled and cross examined by men without your skill set but a salary nearly double yours. Everyday you were grateful to find a job doing something you loved but you couldn't deny that you were exhausted of being in a male dominated environment. You always struggled to feel comfortable around men until you met Eddie, he was the exception. His soft and beautiful heart disguised under his hard grunge exterior. Sometimes you joked he was the human personification of a dark chocolate with a caramel centre. He pretended to hate that comment despite your sweet words making him feel gooey inside, further proving your point. But your colleagues weren't like Eddie. They wore tailored suits to cover their icy cores which no matter how hard you worked, you could never chip away at.

After hearing a prolonged period of shuffling and jangling from beyond the front door, Eddie finally opened it. He had expected to find your there, what he hadn't expected was you looking up at him, small, tired and wide eyed. Your bag abandoned on the floor, it's contents turned inside out in an attempt to find your keys. At his beautiful face, warm and kind, your bottom lip began to tremble.

Gasping at his forlorn love, he was quick to gather you in his big arms

'Baby! Baby, my baby girl, what is wrong?!'

You snuffled your face into his neck, hands clawing at his sides to bring him closer even though it wasn't physically possible. You needed his scent to overtake you.

'Just really really glad t'be home, with you Eds'

He knew there was more, he always did but it was better not to press right now. Between delicate kisses to your temple and calming strokes along your spine he whispered

'Yeah baby, it's okay, you're home now. We're home. Come on, let me take you in.’

He guided your legs around his waist and carried you over the threshold, using one foot to shuffle along your abandoned belongings. It took you a little while into your relationship for you to admit you loved letting him baby you, having previously never let yourself become so vulnerable under the touch of a man. And my god was Eddie thrilled, upon meeting you, a primal urge to protect and worship you filled him. It was something he never felt with anyone before.

Eddie carried you through your home and once you were in the bedroom he gently placed you on the bed. Immediately your hands reached out to desperately grab for him again.

'Are we being my needy baby girl tonight? That's okay love, whatever you want'

He knew the score and was already halfway climbing onto the bed, always unable to resist your sad eyes especially. His head barely hit the pillow before you're buried back into his side and pathetically pawing at his t-shirt

'What do you need baby, I can't help if you don't say?'

Your fingers had breached his clothes and were now working up his stomach.

'You' you finally admit, your voice muffled from your face being pressed into him.

'Me?'

'Yeah Ed, need you to be inside me.'

Eddie chuckles at your need for intimacy but simultaneously he can't believe how much you love him, he never will.

'Anything for you,' he admits as he raises up to undress himself and then carefully do the same to you, freeing your body of your work clothes.

The second the last item of clothing is shed you latch onto him, desperate to feel your bodies together. Your mouth sucks at his neck as your hands roam his biceps and the little trail of hair from his navel to groin.

Eddie groans, blissed out by your need for him. He roles over, slotting between your thighs which you instinctually spread. He rests propped up on his arms so he can look at your face. He sees the need in your slightly teary eyes and is encouraged by your hands on his ass pulling him towards you.

He guides his thick cock through your folds, coating himself in your sweet wetness. It's hard for him not to melt at the way you whimper and eagerly nod him on to enter you. Finally he slowly slides in. His dick gently stretching you and filling the emptiness you'd felt all day. Seeing the bliss spread over your features and the way your expression instantly softened feeling him inside you, Eddie coos

'Oh my sweet girl. This is what you needed, huh? Needed daddy to look after you. S'okay you know there's no where I'd rather be.'

And it's true, you'd both often wished your bodies could merge as one. Constantly desiring a level of closeness not physically possible.

He peppers your face in gentle kisses as he begins to move. Each worry from the day squashed by each thrust of his hips. It's slow and intimate and everything you need. Your lips find each other, frantic to taste the other. As your kisses grow more desperate, Eddie's thrusts speed up in time. The only noise in the apartment is your wetness each time your bodies join. The way he fills you is both comforting and overwhelming and your kisses are broken up as moans escape your lips. Allowing yourself to be totally overtaken by the sensation of him pushing deep inside you.

Eddie can never believe the effect he's able to have on you, especially in such intimate and passionate sex. You make him feel loved and desired in a way he didn't know was possible.

His hand moves to your neck, wanting to angle your head so he just watch your beautiful face react to each pump as you both grow closer.

And even though his grasp around your neck is gentle, he's barely applying pressure, for the first time his hands around your throat did not feel comforting. He is barely restricting your oxygen but it still feels too tight and doesn't fill you with a giddy sensation like usual. The closing in of your vision to just your boyfriends face didn't feel beautiful either. For the first time it all felt suffocating, as if the walls were closing in and every gap was stuffed with cotton wool, not a corner to wiggle to.

Sex with Eddie was always fun, intimate and beautiful and yes sometimes a little weird but suddenly it was terrifying. Before your brain could even compute just what the problem was, your throat rasped out a word you'd never uttered before 'Melon!' Your safe word. You decided upon it after both agreeing it was the worst flavour for anything.

Eddie froze then quickly shot up and practically ran over to the other side of the room. Terrified at the thought he had been scaring or hurting you. But what terrified him more was he truly had no idea what was wrong, this hadn't been one of your more experimental moments. It was raw and passionate and love filled.

His face fell as he saw you recoil into yourself and your face which seconds ago had been the image of content was now crumpling. Tears trickling down your face as you looked up at him. Eddie couldn't help but well up at the sight of your distress. You both stared at each other, distraught and confused.

Slowly he walked back over to the bed, careful not to scare you. Fuck, the thought of you, of all people being scared of him was truly his worst nightmare.

'Sweetheart... I'm so so sorry. Are you okay? Can you talk?'

You blink a few tears away and nod. Your hand reaches back out to him as you shuffle on the bed, indicating for Eddie to get back in. He felt his racing heart gradually slow down knowing you still wanted him near.

Pulling up the quilt and getting under, he nudges you to do the same.

He stutters 'Can... can I touch you?'

Your heart breaks hearing how nervous he is, you feel awful for saying it, worse for still not being able to conjure the words as to why. Reaching out to hold him, you both settle into each other's arms.

'I'm sorry I scared you Eddie, I don't know what happened I just -' a sigh escapes your mouth as you try to process.

His little kisses across the crown of your head help calm you and you feel the pieces of your emotions fit together. Sitting up and taking his hands in yours, you look at him. With a sniffle you finally admit 'Work... it's been horrible Eds. I'm so tired of them. I'm so tired of feeling like the smallest person in the room. These men standing over me, talking down to me...'

He listens so intently, absorbing every word you say, his thumbs brushing back and forth over your fingers.

'It's just when you put your hand on my neck... god you weren't even choking me but it's like my brain decided it to freak out. And suddenly everything was too much? I felt like I was spiralling, like I couldn't breathe or escape. It was scary. I've never felt like that before. Like everything came crashing down at once.'

Eddie nods, he knows exactly what you mean and he's so glad you're not hurt and he's so glad you're not scared of him. 'Oh my baby. I think you had a panic attack? I've seen Will have them before. It's like your brain was already overwhelmed and on edge and there's just one thing that can tip you over and your body just reacts.'

You let out what feels like your first real breath in several minutes now you know what it was. A small smile starts to form as you think how lucky you are to have a boyfriend as empathetic as him. 'Oh... that makes sense. I guess just everything has built up inside me and that's how it decided to release.'

Eddie's hand reaches up to your cheek, his thumb stroking you softly, 'But promise me, baby, promise you'll say if I was hurting you? Are you sure it was okay, I definitely wasn't choking you?’

Pulling yourself into his lap, you take his hand and link your pinkies together, 'I promise you my pretty boy. I'd tell you and truly, you weren't hurting me. It was just this once, I swear, I won't break if you touch me.'

You both stay wrapped up in each other's arms under the quilt as the sky outside grows darker. No pressure to speak or move. Both of you feeling at home with the other. Knowing there's not one place in the world you feel more comfortable in than within each other's embrace.

[dirtysvthoughts]

hi !! for the time stamp event, could i please request prompt 55 and 80 with jeonghan or wonwoo if that’s okay with you ? thank you sm <3

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a/n: decided to make this one for wonwoo since i did get a lot of jh requests previously! i hope that’s okay anon! 🤍 also we’re not gonna question kenny on why she always does bratty! reader x wonwoo (which probably stems from a personal desire to have wonwoo blow her back out after testing his patience 🙃)

tags/warnings: hard dom!-ish (?) wonwoo, female! reader, bratty! reader, boyfriend! wonwoo, vibrator usage, petnames (daddy, my dear, sir, baby girl), reader is defiant AF y’all, so bold if you will, oral panty stuffing (?) y’all idk how to explain it lol, but it’ll make sense when you read dsjdjdjdj, i keep writing absolute filth IM SICK 🥹

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55. “i think i like you better with a gag in your mouth.”

80. “want me to give it back? make me.”

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you lay sprawled out on your bed, no comforter, blanket, or duvet to cover up what you were doing to yourself.

“mmmm, w-wonwoo..” you moan out your boyfriend’s name, your eyes tightly shut trying to picture him on top of you. you had your vibrator pleasuring you underneath your lace panties with one hand, and the other hand was on your breast, feeling your nipples perking up.

your boyfriend was out and about and wouldn’t be back home for a while, or so you thought. you were so focused on your own pleasure that you didn’t even hear your apartment door open or keys jangling.

“baby, i’m back,” you hear your boyfriend say from outside your room, but before you could toss your vibrator to the other side of the room, wonwoo opens the door revealing your beautifully fucked-out state to his surprised, yet intrigued eyes.

“w-wonwoo! uh, y-you’re back early,” you try and feign a normal voice, but you knew you weren’t fooling him. he really wasn’t supposed to be back for a while, you think to yourself. what could’ve brought him back ahead of schedule?

“i am.. and i see that a certain someone couldn’t wait until i got back to get her pussy filled,” he crosses his arms and smirks at you.

“well, what do you expect me to do when you’re not here? the temptation-“

“i expect you to follow the rules we have established.. so tell me what rule did you just break?”

you roll your eyes and stay quiet, fiddling with the vibrator that was still in your hands.

“i’m waiting,” he says refusing to break eye contact with you. “don’t touch myself unless i have sir’s permission,” you say quietly but enough for him to hear.

“so if that’s the rule, then why do i see a vibrator in your hands?” he slowly approaches you and sits on the edge of the bed, desire and lust in his eyes.

he takes the vibrator from your hands and you daringly try to take it back. “i wasn’t done you know! lemme finish with that and then i’ll get back to you,” you say trying to gain the item back.

he’s amazed at how defiant you were being today. as much as we wanted to change your attitude, this side of you was always a turn on for him. “heh, want me to give it back? make me.”

the second you try to take the vibrator from him again, he pins both your arms to the bed, causing the vibrator to fall to the floor, becoming quickly forgotten.

“oooh, baby girl,” wonwoo chuckles into your ear as he lays on top of you. you might never admit it, but his deep voice when he whispers always affects you to your core. “you’re so in for it now.”

he roughly kisses your neck, feeling his teeth leaving hickeys into the sides. you push his head in deeper, moaning when the lower parts of your bodies begin to make contact with each other.

“f-fuck, w-wonwoo, i-”

“that’s not my name, baby girl,” he cuts you off. he couldn’t be serious right now.

“s-sir,” you fix your wording, barely getting it out now that he’s moved from your chest. he fondles your breasts as he pulls your shirt up, you help him out a little until he gets it off you and tosses it to the other side of the bedroom.

“that’s better,” he says, cockiness laced in his voice. he works on your lower body, taking off your lace panties and tearing them in the process.

“won- sir!” you exclaim, softly hitting his chest. “ugh, those were new!”

“and? you know i’ll buy you several new ones anyway.”

he continues to play with your breast, but a familiar sensation creeps up and you can’t contain the loud moan you let out.

“you can never get enough of my hands, can’t you my dear?” he laughs, clearly enjoying how frazzled you are. two of his fingers were pushing in and out of you at such a delicate, yet somehow fast pace. you continue to call out of him, extremely sensitive even by the slightest touch.

and normally, wonwoo loves hearing you moan for him, but since you were disobedient, he had to punish you. “bad girls never go unpunished,” he told you once when he caught you touching yourself in the shower and he told you to wait for him.

he finds one half of your torn panties in the comforter, and stuffs it in your mouth. you nearly gag at the feeling of the cloth in between your teeth, eyes blown wide open at how rough wonwoo was being with you today.

“hmph, i see that look in your eyes,” he says as he kisses you from your forehead down to your neck. “this is your punishment, baby girl - you’re gonna be so quiet, the only thing i wanna hear my skin slapping against yours. do you understand me?”

you nod furiously, in hopes that if you follow his directions, the quicker you’d get to make noise again.

he takes of his shirt, followed by his pants, and then he takes his dick out of his boxers, his tip hard and oh so delicious. you whine against the panties still stuffed in your mouth. you had to get him inside of you now.

“besides, i think i like you better with a gag in your mouth,” he smirks as he aligns and enters inside of you in what would be a long night and a sore morning.